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I paused to watch some construction.  It reminded me of a childhood summer when several new homes were being built in my neighborhood.  I haunted the masons, carpenters, plumbers and electricians.  They didn’t seem to mind for often they included me in the soft drinks...

Brian Williams, the news anchor for NBC each evening at 6:30, often invites guests to speak to a particular story.  When they are finished Mr. Williams concludes by saying, “As always.”  Since my awareness level has been raised I am hearing it quite often in...

In 2013 the game four of the World Series ended abruptly when the Red Sox pitcher picked off the Cardinal’s runner on first base.   It was the last out in the bottom of the ninth inning.  One pitch to first and it was over.  The...

When I was in high school I asked my Bible teacher how we knew Scripture was inspired.  His answer was less than inspired.  He said, “Because it says so.”  Then he showed me 2 Timothy 3:16.  “All Scripture is God breathed (inspired) and is useful...

On January 8th 1956 Jim Eliot along with four other young men were killed in Ecuador by the very people they were seeking to evangelize.  A memorable statement was found in his journal.  “He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain...

It’s interesting to see what becomes of churches that are sold.  Some remain churches but others become almost anything.  A church we built in Calhoun, GA. became a bank. This afternoon I passed a church that now serves as a martial arts center. If we...

Today I heard someone use the word “fetching” as in “She is very fetching.”  I think it has been years, perhaps decades, since I have heard that word.  Words are like clothes and haircuts.  They go out of fashion.  When I sit down to write...

I am sitting here staring at a blank piece of paper.   It is wonderful.  It is potential.  It is something grand waiting to happen.  It is a poem or perhaps an essay.  It is a Pulitzer prize waiting to happen.  There is a wonderful children’s...

One of my favorite boyhood possessions was a snow globe my dad bought for me at Niagara Falls.  I would sit by my bedroom window and turn it over and over making it snow inside that little glass world.  It didn’t matter what the weather...

There is a location on our evening walk where the wind blows the leaves into a pile.   Each night while my dog walks around the pile I shuffle my feet through it  making as much of a mess as possible.  Some nights I even turn...