Spending a week at summer church camp was something of a rite of passage for the boys in my family, of which I was the youngest. “You gotta go to church camp,” Mark told me when I initially resisted the idea of a week at the Baptist encampment nestled in the Quartz Mountains of southwestern …
We humans need reminders that we are not, after all, the center of the universe. That’s why I try repeating all 14 verses of Psalm 19 by memory most every morning. The act of memorizing forces me to slow down and meditate on the words, which is necessary for me, lest I forget and fall …
We bumped into each other at the coffee pot, both reaching for the same Styrofoam cup. I yielded, deferring to his seniority. “You don’t know who I am, do you?” This can be a dangerous question. It can mean I’ve either met the person and forgotten who he/she is, or this is a person whom …
I’ve got to have a Bible, so I can learn more about Jesus,” our five-year-old granddaughter insisted. She was speaking to her Gigi (Lori) and her Great Aunt Lisa, Lori’s sister, visiting us from Oklahoma. They were going to church together on Sunday, and Emmie insisted on carrying a Bible. After all, it wouldn’t do for …
In the summer heat, when I feel like snoozing under the air conditioner for a siesta— baseball—like an umpire, nudges me in the ribs and whispers, “You better wake up, or you’ll miss it.” Miss what? The stuff of life that matters, that’s what: the essential things that so easily slip through your fingers, the …