Roger Bothwell | Devotional
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I have a student who has consistently come to class five to ten minutes late. So I asked her what class she had just before mine.  I figured it was in a building at the far end of the campus and thus a significant walk. ...

A strong November wind has finally stripped our trees.  My woods finally look like Robert Frost’s poem My November Guest.  “My Sorrow, when she's here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the...

My son called just to say “Hello.”  That was awesome.  I love having him call for any reason.  It is nice when he needs something.  We never want to grow so old that we are not needed.  Being needed is essential for our mental health. ...

I am confounded by my Christian friends who are so caught up in political debates and side-taking.  I am barraged by email forwards of left and right wing materials that are so blatantly biased and unfair I am amazed real Christians can pass them on. ...

There was a time in my theological past when the word "perfection" was a dirty word.  I had seen it take its toll on a vast number of young people who believed perfection was the criteria for salvation.  Being honest and non-hypocritical these young people...

I am starting to be concerned.  My wife has taken to watching a channel that features renovating houses.  Builders take ordinary houses and turn them into works of art and wonder.  Since we live in an ordinary house I am wondering what is going on...

When Buzz Lightyear, a lead character in Toy Story, proclaimed, "To infinity  and beyond" my mind swirled with what could be beyond infinity.  The concept of infinity fills me with frustrated consternation.   I am so limited by the finite.  While I can imagine going forward forever I am...

There is a place in my forest (I fanaticize that it is mine.  It belongs to the State of Massachusetts.  I guess that makes it mine.) where a stream cascades down a small rock ledge into a pool filled with crystal clear water that is presently hosting a...

Life is full of confounding things.  Often times when a publically-traded company announces they made a billion dollars this past quarter the stock goes down.   Traders dump it because they expected it to make two billion. Or it is sold off because they were so successful traders don't...

I paid for my new knee.   I put a check in an envelope and slipped it into a slot at our local post office.  It felt good as I walked away knowing it's mine.   For the last month it has been on loan from the surgeon.  (It...