The prophet Jeremiah watched the young men of his generation trudge up into the hills to worship a delusion. Lots of young men traveled the paths up into the high places around Israel. They wanted to worship an idol that would guarantee their health, wealth, and well-being. They all lost their way. The idol consumedContinue reading “Delusions”
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Travel Weary Yet Full
When the disciples followed Jesus up on the mountainside, their baskets were empty. They’d already been on the road, ministering to others. They were weary, worn, and empty. My backpack was full as I wandered through the Denver airport this week. I had a three hour layover, and I was ready to participate in theContinue reading “Travel Weary Yet Full”
Easter Everyday
In Paul’s last letter, he wrote to Timothy, “The Lord will rescue me from every evil deed and bring me safely into His heavenly kingdom.” Tradition has it that Paul was beheaded by Nero because of his faith in Jesus. And it does seem kind of ludicrous, doesn’t it? Is being beheaded coming safely anywhere?Continue reading “Easter Everyday”
A Little Salty
Listen HERE There’s an old wooden case filled with salt spoons hanging on the wall of our dining room. A salt spoon is a tiny spoon that people used to scoop salt from a tiny dish called a salt cellar. Those were the days before salt shakers were a thing. When I was about eightContinue reading “A Little Salty”
Mud Remover
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Why Don’t They Fast?
Listen HERE Inquiring minds wanted to know: why were the disciples of Jesus not fasting when everyone else was? This month, my Muslim friends have been fasting for Ramadan, and my Catholic friends are fasting for Lent. Some years, I have fasted from some foods during the Lenten season. This year, I have not. SomeContinue reading “Why Don’t They Fast?”
Doomed to Die (or not)
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I Thirst
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Sure I’m Right
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The Old Cane Pole
My dad has a long cane pole hanging in his garage. When we visited for Christmas, I asked him to tell my sons about it. “Well, it was Papa’s,” he said, meaning his dad, “and he called it a Calcutta cane pole.” Dad went on to describe the way Papa held the pole, the wayContinue reading “The Old Cane Pole”
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