The Yeagleys have the Hallmark Channel now. Just in time for Christmas. You know what that means, don’t you? Hours upon weeks upon months of Christmas movies. The lonely find love. Broken families are fixed. Hurts are healed. Tears are dried. The cute girl always gets the handsome guy. Magic is in the air — they say. And my favorite…
Month: December 2015
Christmas at Peach Bottom
It was late October when fire reduced our barn to a heap of ashes. The landlord came from Bethesda, Maryland to tell my father that insurance did not cover his property. Only the 30 milk cows survived the flames. A temporary milking system was installed in a large shed, but hay and grain were destroyed in the inferno. Providentially a Nazarene…
In Christ’s Eyes We Are Scratch!
I never used to care about squashed-dead possums on the road. Sometimes I would think “Ick” or “Ohhh, I hope the car clears it,” but most of the time the squashed-dead possum didn’t even register. I drove right on by. But that was before Scratch. Scratch, the baby possum Jake rescued from it’s squashed-dead mom. The baby possum we fed…
Sittin’ Up With
A weekend seminar on death and dying ended and I was on my way to the airport. When I told the taxi driver where I had been he said, “I’m not afraid of dying. Here in the south land we have a custom we call sittin’ up with. When a person is dyin’ friends and family take turns sittin’ by…
We Would See Jesus
Church doctrine is like a California desert unless saturated by the love of Jesus. I grew up in a Pennsylvania church that gasped to stay alive. Twice a year a roving evangelist rented the Odd Fellows hall and preached the truth for three weeks. The meetings ended without any decisions. The little church kept struggling. Reason? Jesus was not shown…
Build Up! Build Up!
Build up! Build up! Prepare the road! Remove the obstacles out of the way of my people. (Isaiah 57:14) That’s what we are supposed to be doing down here. Building the foundation. Preparing the road for others. For our kids. For ourselves. For those around us. But what are we preparing? Facebook memories? Never ending events and programs? Fancy Thanksgiving…