The Chimes of Time . . .

Lord of this hour, Be Thou my Guide. And by Thy Power No foot shall slide. I was alone by my own choice in the early morning downtown core. The others were out there . . . somewhere, . . . beating the frost-dressed pavement, huffing, puffing and scuffing their way...

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...

Silhouettes

I remember watching the Alfred Hitchcock show, years ago, as a child. Seems to me that it used to begin with his silhouette slightly to the right side of the screen. The unique nose mounted on a protruding, somewhat pouty lip. It was unmistakable. Batman’s cowl . . ....

Angel . . . a friend in the making.

Her name is Angel. She works the night shift at a certain coffee shop in town. The patrons stand, zombie-like, in line, one behind the other, in the early morning, pre-coffee stupor. And as they stand there, for lack of intellectual stimulation, they complain about...

A Prayer For My Buddies

I am most blessed to have men at my shoulder, at most every turn. They are godly men – they wouldn’t profess that of course. But I see what they cannot . . . their consistent, imperfect efforts to please and serve Him. They tell me that I am the same. Like...