Wordless Love

I don’t remember hearing my parents telling me, “I love you,” but I know they do.  They have shown their love in countless ways.  When I was growing up they worked hard to provide a comfortable home, food, and clothing.  They made sure my brothers didn’t pick on me, at least not too much.  EvenContinue reading “Wordless Love”


None of us likes to be interrupted.  We tell our children, “Not now. I’m talking. It’s not polite to interrupt.” Children, of course, are persistent, tapping the parent on the shoulder until they have Mom or Dad’s full attention. These interruptions try the parents’ patience. When Jesus walked on this earth, he was the masterContinue reading “Interrupted”

Be Nice to Your Brother

 “Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind….And the second is like it: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself’” (Matthew 22:37 &38 NIV). When my grandsons were younger, they loved to torment one another: A poke here, a kick there, and a headlock for goodContinue reading “Be Nice to Your Brother”

Millions of Raindrops

I’ve always wanted to do big things—you know, travel to a foreign country and help needy people. Feed and clothe those who are hungry and lack adequate clothing. I want to change the world. But I am just an ordinary person. I don’t have tons of money, I don’t own a non-profit, I’m retired andContinue reading “Millions of Raindrops”

Listening to the Stream

At first glance, the stream appears motionless, its shallow green waters merely reflecting the overarching canopy of green. But here by the bridge, rocks litter the stream’s bed, and its water comes to life. Its meandering impeded, the stream ripples, bubbles, and rushes. The currents ripple and swirl around the rocks and fall over submergedContinue reading “Listening to the Stream”

In the Light of His Love

It never ceases to amaze me:  The sunrise.  I sit on the back patio, my feet propped on a lawn chair, facing east.  The sky is gray, the scattered clouds a steel-gray smudge. In the early morning pre-dawn, the colors around me blur.  The birds sing their early morning songs:  “Wake up, wake up, it’sContinue reading “In the Light of His Love”

Working with Your Hands

Psalms 139:13 “For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb.”  One pastime from which I derive much pleasure is making things with my hands.  To take a piece of yarn and make an afghan is very satisfying.  It is amazing that a flat piece of fabric becomes a dress,Continue reading “Working with Your Hands”