Saturday our oldest daughter Holly rode with the National Baby Food Festival Queen’s Court in a parade in Muskegon. It was an all-American, beautiful day. While we were waiting for the parade to start I was instructing the little guys on the proper way to behave when Old Glory passes.
Missing the Point of Life
Have you ever heard of Keith Drury? He teaches at Indiana Wesleyan and every summer he goes on an adventure. Sometimes he goes alone, sometimes with his wife, often with students. It is tiring just to read about his adventures. He has hiked trails in America, Scotland, Greece and Turkey, rode bikes, paddled streams, last […]
The Wisdom of “Old-Timers”
Last week was summer in Fremont. This week we are back to winter. Don’t you love Michigan? No time to get bored with the weather around here is there? I was out on a call last week and with the sun roof open getting sun on my head and enjoying the first natural warmth since […]
Vanishing Arts
I’m not one for conspiracy theories. I hate blaming everything from the breakdown of the American home to global warming on the liberal media and television. But I must say I really do believe the television and other factors are contributing to the vanishing of what I like to call the quaint and mostly rural […]
One More Cast
I’ve never been that patient or particularly skilled at fishing. Good fishermen need at least a little of both. When I was a boy I liked to spend the evening on the margin of the pond with my Zebco 404 rod and reel combination. I would cast and retrieve over and over again as fast […]
Petty Games At the Foot of the Cross
One Sunday night when I was a boy Steve Davis and I were pitching pennies in the basement of the church. One of the deacons saw us. He sternly warned us that we were never to play such games in the house of God and confiscated our pennies.
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