In 1990 we lived in an old farmhouse nestled snug in a valley on Rutledge Road in eastern Knox County in Ohio. My study was at home in a garret room in the top of the house. Often I would start my day by taking a walk.
When I was a boy I hated having to go to bed. I still try to milk every minute of life out of every day, but I have grown to love the sweetness of sleep. When I sleep I could sleep through a tornado or a train wreck.
You should meet Harold Johnson. I visit him whenever I can and it’s always an event. Harold Johnson is one of the patriarchs of our church. He has a neat apartment in a retirement home in nice part of Grand Rapids. He is a prayerful godly man. He’s been a part of the church I […]
To me the ultimate feeling of well-being is sitting down to a holiday meal with the family all around the table. It is especially sweet at Thanksgiving. No one cooks for you quite like your own wife. Over the years your tastes move in the direction of her gifts and her dishes move in the […]
My mother taught me to walk briskly wherever I go. She said that way people know you are not interested in foolishness. Dad walked so fast I always had to jog to keep up with him. When you walk that way it leaves people with the impression that you’re up to something important and that […]
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 […]