Devils Lake March for Life

You might have had trouble navigating through the streets of downtown Devils Lake last Wednesday night. Perhaps you had to wait as the approximately 100 advocates for life marched together holding candles, saying prayers, and remembering all of those who have been affected by abortion. A little girl walked out of one of the downtownContinue reading “Devils Lake March for Life”

The Orange Peel Gospel

While we were visiting family in Florida, we had an orange peeling contest. My mother-in-law laid butcher paper across the length of the room, and our children, nieces, and nephews lined up on either side of the paper. Each child was given five oranges. They have often seen their fathers, native Floridians, peel an orangeContinue reading “The Orange Peel Gospel”

Power Walkers: North Dakota Sisters Practice Resilience on the John Muir Trail

    From top to bottom, the state of North Dakota spans 211 miles, the same distance as the John Muir Trail across the Sierra Nevada Mountain range.      After moving to the city of Salem, Oregon, North Dakota natives Molly and Carrie Nienhuis began to miss the beauty and wildness of home.      “I thinkContinue reading “Power Walkers: North Dakota Sisters Practice Resilience on the John Muir Trail”

Out of Time

Over the holidays, aging grandparents and growing children reminded me that time never stands still.     As the New Year dawns, we stuff calendars with dates and times, trying to find room for every event and appointment. A valuable measuring tool becomes an enemy on a daily basis as we race against time, fight againstContinue reading “Out of Time”

Peter’s Hope

1 Pet. 1:3, Mark 14:66-72, Lamentations 3:16-26 Believe it or not, a lot of people disagree on when an unborn baby is alive. Even with all our technology that shows fetal development and heartbeat, society still wrestles with the question of when a baby is a living person. In his book Discovering Design with Biology,Continue reading “Peter’s Hope”

The Prison of Pot

It was 11:30 one night when my dogs started barking. A group of five boys was walking up the driveway. They called out to me, and I recognized them. I called the dogs, and the boys walked up to the house. They often came to play basketball or eat a meal. My mind raced toContinue reading “The Prison of Pot”