Roger Bothwell | Devotional
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It is raggedy. It smells. Sometimes it is slimy and unpleasant to touch. It is a dirty green. It has been chewed and mangled. It is old and worn. The squeaky box inside stopped working a long time ago....

After ten years of accumulated stuff it became obvious that the garage was in serious need of attention. It is amazing how stuff accumulates. It makes one want to believe in spontaneous generation. It seems as though at night when there is...

There are about 150 varieties of fuchsias each with a special name like pinwheel, flaming pink, cardinal, red spider, pink rain, and snowcap. These plants have the reputation of being expensive and fragile—plants one buys each spring only to have them die each...

Reverence has returned to churches in Monterrey, Mexico. Cell phones have been silenced. Never again in the middle of a sermon will the congregation hear “Old MacDonald Had a Farm” or some other catchy ring. Electronic devices have been installed that flood...

The graying college professor was watching television—but not really. He was casually interested but not enough to give it his full attention so he pulled a volume of the 1911 edition of the Encyclopedia Britannica off the shelf and began to browse. He...

Words are wonderful. These audible and written symbols that enable us to transfer ideas from one person’s mind to another can be wonderful or horrific. Words can heal. Words can wound. Words can restore life. Words can bring death. ...

On the campus was a small crab apple tree. Through all the New England winter storms it had held onto its crop until one late February day. On that day at least 25 robins appeared and feasted. It was beautiful. You...

It is not uncommon to find in old books small pieces of paper filled with nonsense scribbling. What fun it is to find such treasures. Many of us have them tucked away in our books. What precious reminders they are-- reminders...

She was walking down the grocery story aisle talking to no one in particular. “I just hate spending my hard-earned money on food,” she muttered. Now what do you suppose she wanted to spend her hard-earned money on? Eating is rather important....

Don’t you just love a good mystery? Most people do. How about one titled “The Secret of the Missing Suet?” It sounds like a good Hardy Boys or Nancy Drew book. Well, in our story it all started when the wire basket suet...