Things are not always as they appear. The whole thing played itself out before my eyes. Her husband did not want her to walk all the way in from the parking lot so he dropped her off at the main entrance. She was a pleasant-looking woman, nicely groomed and conservatively dressed. She was planning to […]
Autumn breaks the stranglehold of summer’s heat. The corn dries and the fields slowly turn from green to golden. Birds flock and fly south. The air becomes clear and the sky bluer. The last flowers of the season bloom and farm markets spill over with bounty. Grains await the harvest forming a patchwork quilt of […]
The camp where I am speaking is set under pines at the base of the beautiful Leelanau Peninsula. When I finished my chapel message the other night the campers all headed off to their cabins. The sun was still over the tops of the trees in the western sky. I made a spontaneous decision to […]
Our neighborhood is peaceful this evening. It is a cool fall evening and I write at a table in front of the widow of our upstairs bedroom. Occasionally a car purrs by. After it passes the sound of crickets returns.
Memorial Day and Labor Day are the bookends of summer. This morning I found a couple old journal entries I had written about twelve years ago. The first one was written at the end of the day on Memorial Day, the second was written after I put the children to bed on on Labor Day.
The first girl I ever bought a flower for was named Violet. She lived in northern Ohio. I met her at summer camp in Greenfield, Ohio. We exchanged many letters and a few phone calls. I drove north to visit her at Christmas time. For a Christmas gift I bought her a beautiful leather study […]
In the third grade we moved to a little School in Quincy, Ohio and I was enrolled in Mrs. Short’s third grade class. She took it upon herself to teach me numbers” Now, I have nothing against numbers, nor did I initially dislike Mrs. Short. (I was an affable sort even in my childhood), but […]
I was named after my father, David Chapman. He was a quiet man with callused hands and a soft smile. He was a farmer. He worked the rocky hills around our house as long as there was daylight. In the evening after supper we would all gather near the fire in the winter or on […]
Like no other time of the year, Christmas sends us back over the years or across the miles to home. This was especially true for a young army chaplain in South Vietnam at Christmas time in 1965.
The train came to a stop and Riley Miller stepped off and looked around for a familiar face. It had been four years since he had seen his Uncle Clem.