Roger Bothwell | Devotional
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Part of taking my dog for a walk each day is giving her a chance to socialize.  In just a mile she gets to visit with Peanut, Bailey, Cora, Sebastian, and Annie.  There is a lot of sniffing that goes on as greetings are exchanged....

I’m feeling very smug this evening.  We just drove by our supermarket and because it is Thanksgiving Eve the place is packed.  There are people driving around the parking lot looking for a spot.  I can only imagine what it is like in the store. ...

When I was a small boy a man with a large grinding wheel came down our street.  The wheel was on a wheelbarrow kind of pushcart with a treadle.  His voice was loud and clear as he called out for us to bring him our...

November 24, 2015Top Ten Reasons to Go to Heaven When David Letterman retired new top ten lists ceased to be.  We cannot let them totally disappear so I feel the need to write a top ten list of reasons for going to heaven. 1.     Your dog will...

When Jesus’ disciples saw Him walking to them over the stormy sea they were filled with horror thinking the specter of death was coming for them.  Then above the roar of the wind they heard, “Take heart, it is I; have no fear.”  Those words...

There was a photo on the front page of our daily newspaper this morning that made me ashamed to be part of the human race.  A lady (No, a women. She was no lady.) was holding a sign that read, “Feed our Kids – Not...

We are all born philosophers.  Our children are philosophers.  That’s why children delight in playing the Why Game.  It is what philosophers do.  Socrates spent his life playing the Why Game.  The city fathers couldn’t take it anymore and finally sentenced him to death.  Somewhere...

The air is filled with the sound of leaf blowers.  It is the sound of now.   There was no such sound when I was a boy.  Then the air was filled with the smell of burning leaves.  It was a fantastic smell.  I realize why...

Robert Frost wrote, “Not yesterday I learned to know the love of bare November days before the coming of the snow.”  “The desolate, deserted trees, the faded earth, the heavy sky.”  “These dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; She (my...

My wife was gone this weekend and I had to fend for myself.  I don’t usually eat very well when she isn’t around.  I have a bowl of Cheerios in the morning and the rest of the day is just picking here and there; maybe...