Roger Bothwell | Devotional
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When I think back on it I chastise myself for my youthful arrogance.  How could I have been so uncaring and disrespectful?  A few miles from my school in Uganda there was a huge outcrop of rocks. I spent the afternoon of my 30th birthday...

While rummaging around in an old box I came across a computer Scrabble game.  I have not played it in years and I wondered if I was still up for the challenge.  It gave me the option of setting the computer to novice, amateur, expert...

Last evening on America's Got Talent a young man played the piano.  It must have been brilliant because he garnered enough votes to move on to the semifinals. The amazing thing was no one could hear him play.  A dancer inadvertently kicked a cable loose...

A distinguished appearing elderly man sat across from me in a waiting room this afternoon.  He must have been eighty and bore himself with dignity.  The journal he was reading indicated a professional background.  I was curious and was about to open a conversation with...

My father was a school teacher.   His brother was a school teacher.  His brother's wife was a school teacher.  My step-mother was a school teacher.  I married a school teacher.  As a school teacher I stand in the midst of a family tradition.  This evening...

I enjoy getting email responses to the almost daily devotionals I send to you.  Most of the time the responses are pleasant reactions to a story that triggered a good memory for someone.  Occasionally I get negative replies. That's okay.  I am certainly under no...

If it had been a plain grayish moth I would have merely crushed it for being inside my house, but this was a beautiful Monarch butterfly and ever so carefully I cupped it in my hands to take it outside.   As I watched it drunkenly...

I must be having a midlife crisis.  But that was supposed to be fifteen years ago.  I’m late! One of the first cars I ever had was a brand new 1964 1/2 Ford Mustang.  Some of you motor-heads will remember that was the year number because...

I saw a guy standing in front of the magazine wall at Barnes and Noble stealing sniffs of aftershave. You know those cologne advertisement pages in magazines that you peel back and release wonderful scents.  He was sniffing and then putting the magazines back on...

While waiting for our pizza this evening at Chucky Cheese I enjoyed watching a four-year-old little boy beat the system.  He was playing Skee-ball. Actually the word "playing" isn't quite the right word.  He was picking up the ball, running up the lane and depositing...