Close Enough

I have this nasty habit of “close enough”. So I toss a piece of garbage toward the can and sometimes it goes right in. Other times it just misses and lands by the side of the can. “Close enough!”. And I walk away. Sorry to disappoint you...

Regal Terminality

2 Kings 22:1 As I read through the accounts of the various kings, it occurs to me that kingship was a death sentence. Very few died of natural causes, at an old age. Josiah, a king who is remembered for the good that he did, met his untimely demise at the hands of...

Nics & Scratches

. . . character more than damage When I purchased my Martin D28, I was a lowly college student in Allentown PA, on a two year Jonah-run from pastoral ministry. I couldn’t afford the instrument. My rationalization was that it would be a ministry tool and would last a...

Way Down Upon The Youghiogheny River

In the spring of 1983, I think . . . I went white water rafting on the Youghiogheny River. It was a sparsely attended youth group outing of about 15 deranged souls.  The trip began in Pennsylvania and ended just into West Virginia. Normally, it was a 5-hour experience...

Same Old Same Old

A single point of a solitary 20 year-old sermon stays with me to this day. Mike was a missionary serving in New Guinea, observing from a background in communication and cultural anthropology, that the message that is the most predictable has the least impact and the...