I wrote to you in my letter… — 1 Corinthians 5:9. It is interesting to realize that lots of the books in the New Testament are merely letters. With email, twitter, and texts these days letter writing is a lost art. Historians write books and papers based on letters great men and women wrote, but I…
Weary World
So shines a good deed in a weary world. — Willie Wonka. Charlie returns a gobstopper and places it on Willy Wonka’s desk. Wonka is heartened by this act of honesty. His response is a rephrasing of a Shakespeare quote from The Merchant of Venice, which was originally, “So shines a good deed in a naughty…
Searching
From time to time, someone goes missing. They were last seen climbing a mountain, swimming in the ocean, or hiking some remote trail. Too often the search is only partially successful, a body is found, but the person has died. Often, a person lost results in a tragedy. There is a different kind of lost.…
Weary With My Crying
I have grown weary with my crying. — Psalm 69:4a. A confession. I was with my father the night he died. For the next few days, I was caught up in comforting my mother and family, helping with the funeral arrangements, attending services and hosting all the mourners at our house. Those days were a blur, but…
Live Your Dreams
Too many of us are not living our dreams because we are living our fears. — Les Brown. I was talking to a friend about dreams, and he said, “I’m too old to dream.” That statement brought on a discussion because I believe one is never too old to dream. We may have to be…