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Last summer the rhododendron plants set this year’s blossoms. The buds were formed and all winter they have slept and waited for this coming June.  We have hundreds of blossoms waiting to overwhelm us with beauty.  This afternoon I stood holding one in my hand...

It had been a long dusty trip over some of the world's worst roads after we left the only paved road in central Uganda.  Four of us were packed into a small English Ford as we tried to breathe through the clouds of dust generated...

I passed a very specific group of people this weekend and found myself grateful that I did not have to associate with them.  My sons would accuse me of being an elitist but I would argue that was not the case.  It was not that...

I love musty old bookstores.   There is something mystical about browsing about shelves of books that have not seen the light of day for who knows how long.  There used to be, maybe it is still there, one near Columbia University where room led onto...

After every winter comes a spring.  It is the natural order of eternity.  Crocuses have braved to pierce the brown lawn still decorated with patches of white in places the sun cannot quite reach.  Beautiful heralds of daffodils promise green grass will timidly follow.  It’s...

A son of the dictator of Equatorial Guinea has a $35 million dollar home in Malibu to which he commutes in his $35 million Gulfstream.  Recently he has authorized the construction of a $380 million dollar yacht.  The average income of the 700,000 citizens of...

It's a pretty hill with horse paddocks and spring flowers blossoming from the fertile Massachusetts soil.  One would not think too much about it if it were not for a small stone memorial by the road.  One horrible night in 1675 it wasn't so tranquil. ...

Fifty years ago my mother-in-law made the world’s most amazingly scrumptious sweet rolls every Friday afternoon.  The weekend house was olfactory heaven.  I think my wife thought I was coming to visit her.  I will never admit that I didn’t want to miss Friday evenings...

One of the very first stories I ever read was the tale of the lazy grasshopper and the industrious ants.  He played all summer and they worked all summer.  Eventually winter came and the winds howled and the ants were snug in their home with...

Just in case you thought you could believe everything you research on the Internet, think again.  Even my devotionals have now fallen into doubt. Last night I reported that the Derek Redmond event that included his father occurred in 1988 in Seoul.  Wrong!  It was...