There is nothing quite like the joy of watching the little mouth of a newborn search for his mother’s breast as soon as he comes into the world. I have had the privilege of observing the nurture and nourishment of eight little babies from the vantage point of my own home.
Hope is alive in the world tonight It’s Christmas time again. The bell tower rings The organ sings And hope takes wings It’s Christmas time again.
We lived on Harland Street in Grand Rapids when I was in kindergarten. We rented a simple white house. It’s the one on the east side of the block with a diamond-shaped widow on the side by the driveway. The house was divided into two apartments. The landlord lived upstairs, we lived downstairs.
We once lived in Ohio less than an hour from Holmes County, the largest Amish-Mennonite settlement in the world. Holmes County was often our day-off destination. Sometimes we would create a field trip to a farm or dairy or business. More often we would just leisurely drive the back roads. We took pictures of the […]
One of my sweetest childhood memories is of my Grandfather’s farm. It was a simple farm set among beautiful rolling hills in southeastern Ohio. We lived a ways away so going to the farm was always an adventure and a pilgrimage.
My Dad was a very, very good Dad to me when I was growing up. Still is. I loved him deeply and I was eight or ten years old before I could imagine that he ever did anything wrong.
The Lord Jesus had just gone through a period of intense ministry and He was tired and needed quiet. Thousands of people clamored for his help and attention. Thousands listened to his teaching. He had determined and relentless human enemies and he was never far from their critical eyes. No one knew the weight of […]
We live in a very quiet neighborhood. Late one evening I was listening to some music when I heard a loud crash on the street. It took me a while to realize what had happened. Earlier that evening my wife wanted me to go to the store to get some soft drinks. It seemed like […]
I’ve never told you about King and Grit before, have I? Well I think it’s time you knew. Every boy dreams about having a loyal dog that will follow him everywhere he goes and come when he calls and sit up and beg and fetch and roll over. I always wanted a dog like that. […]
When I was a little boy, my hair was white blonde. In the summer, the sun would bleach it even whiter and I spent a lot of time out of doors on account of my parents liked the peace and quiet.