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My tanks were full as I lifted off from the Redlands airport.  I had more than enough fuel to carry me home to Pacific Union College.  But something strange happened after crossing the Mohave Desert.  I was a comfortable three thousand feet above the Tehachapi...

I have no idea why I thought of Margaret just now.  I haven’t seen Margaret since fourth grade.  She was taller than the rest of us and sat in the back left hand corner.  Every day Margaret wore the same faded simple cotton dress.  Perhaps...

Dagwood Bumstead and I have a common interest in life.  We love naps.  Also like his dog Daisy who comes and awakens him, I can be completely unconscious on the couch when I feel hot breath enveloping my space. I have learned not to open...

It was the worst possible day in the history of the universe.  The Creator Himself was being crushed by the work of His hands.  Finally, “Jesus called out with a loud voice, ‘"Father, into your hands I commit my spirit."’ When he had said this,...

Don’t you just love it when television commercials, for whatever product, inform us their offer is for a limited time only?   Just how dull do they think we are?   Of course it is for a limited time only.  Everything is for a limited time only. ...

When I was very small my father was a high school principal.  On Saturday nights he brought home a 16 mm Bell and Howell projector and films that had been ordered for his school.  This was before television so I was wowed and very excited....

It was quite blustery yesterday as we walked through Boston Common with friends from Sweden.  Stopping to retie my shoe we noticed a lovely pearl and silver earring on the path.  Not being Vincent Van Gogh one earring would not be sufficient for me.  We...

When I was really little things were right or wrong depending upon the pleasure or pain I experienced from particular behaviors.   However, it did not take long before I would begin negotiating with my parents.  If I was a good boy, what would I get? ...

My wife has a much better sense of smell than I do.  When we go to the market she literally sniffs her way through the fruits and vegetables.  Her nose scans the melons and boxes of tangerines.  She makes sure we get good produce.  Yet,...

A few years ago we brought home a few hostas from our son’s yard.  Being a botanical ignoramus I had no idea what was going to happen in our yard.  Two years ago we dug up half of them and put them in the side...