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I am dozing in front of my computer.  I am semi-awake.  It has been a while since I have touched the keyboard or the mouse and the computer's screen saver has come on.  I am getting a wonderful slide show of my grandchildren. One by...

Wouldn't Ezekiel be shocked if he woke up this week to discover people living in a time when talk about replacing body parts wasn't mere poetry but reality?  The promise for a new body part first appeared in Ezekiel 36:26, "A new heart also will...

I had to take my pickup to the doctor.  After he transplanted some new parts he said to me, "Mr. Bothwell, you had this truck in here two years ago and since then you have only driven it 3000 miles.  You have to drive this...

In Isaiah 55:8 God tells us that His thoughts are not ours.  He thinks differently than we do about things.  I was reminded of this in class this morning when I read 1 Corinthians 13 to my students.  Verse 3 says, "Though I give my...

We had a birthday party for our old lab.  She sat with cocked head trying to figure out why there was a flame on top of her cupcake.  I couldn’t get her to blow it out. So I helped.  With long strings of drool almost...

Not long ago a woman complained to me that when her husband came home he always greeted the dog first and then came and found her.  But I asked, "Doesn't the dog run to the door and wait when she hears the car pull into...

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. ...