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Keeping Track—I enjoy trains but it is the tracks, not the trains, that capture my imagination.
Low-Carb Communion—Here is something that you haven't heard about low carb!
Physio Dizzio—Here is a riddle for you: What goes, "Creak, pop, ouch! Creak, pop, ouch!" Give up?
A Safe Place—Have you ever wondered what REAL freedom looks like? The answer is probably going to surprise you.
Reno Revelations—Have you ever stepped into uncharted territory without a map or a compass? This is how I would describe my latest foray into the land of home renovations.
A Street By Any Other Name—Graham's persistence is well-documented. When he wants something he is like a pit-bull on steroids with a serious caffeine addiction.
Really Big Shoe...Store—As I walked in the store, my senses took me back to my childhood. I immediately remembered the smell. It was the smell of a REAL shoe store.
An Exhibition of Grace—The CNE is a mixture of summer fun and the impending doom of a new school year.
Crocs And Christ—I love the Crocodile Hunter. Steve Irwin is a wonder to behold.
Lessons from the Blackout— I, and about 50 million other people, will always remember Thursday, August 14th, 2003 as the day the power went out.
Light Work—A setting such as this should have brought every devotional bone in my body to attention! I should have been able to walk with God in the garden, so to speak. But that wasn't the case!
Another Kind of Heat—I felt very much like a chicken must feel in a rotisserie. But, at the same time, the heat had transformed the air into something different.
Limping to Zion—Usually, when you think of a prayer walk, you think of a pleasurable, meandering stroll intertwined with stints of stopping to smell the roses. Our prayer walks were a little more determined, if not downright military.
Johnny Dandelion Seed—When we moved to Toronto our new home had "gardening issues". The previous tenants didn't like to use a lawnmower so the grass was Amazon Basin level. In fact, if our yard had been any bigger, I would have looked for a lost tribe of some sort!
SARed and Feathered—Apparently we are the blight on the backside of North America. We are the mass of masked marauders for which the ten foot pole was invented. We are the city of cooties.
Betta Testing—Things weren't looking good for Graham. The only thing on his side was the fact that his brother David, was asking for a crab, thus making Graham's request seem nominally more reasonable.
White Cane Faith—How limiting would it be to lose my sight? To be trapped in a world of darkness. That terrifies me!
Flushed With Pride—When we bought our home we inherited a toilet that only a mother could love. Actually, that's not true: my mom hated our toilet!
Them Bones, Them Bones...—I don't need this bone box to breathe life into a calcified faith. I already have a living, dynamic relationship with James' BIG BROTHER.
On Your Marts! Get Set! Go!—Let's face it, the majority of jobs out there and less than desirable, but here's a question for you: what is it that makes a job less desirable in our estimation?
Size Ten Smile—I've been told that I have a nice smile. I think that's the case only because my smile has been stretched considerably over the years by my size ten shoe.
Extreme Noodling—As I floated and prayed it occurred to be how much floating and prayer are alike: in a way, prayer is spiritual floating
The House On Factory Row—I had noticed this house before and I wondered why it was there. It didn't make sense to see this house surrounded by factories. Why would anyone want to live in that kind of setting? Now, it all made sense.
Talking Trash—There are some things you take for granted in this life. Garbage collection is one of them! Well, after three weeks with no collection, trust me, I will never take garbage gathering for granted again.
Still Surprised!—When was the last time you were surprised by God?
Flyer Fear!—Already my heart was pounding. As I sat down and felt that steel bar click into place, years of anticipation coursed through my veins.
Looking For The Pain—Stan is the energizer bunny of faith. He has had more things go wrong with Him than most people and yet His faith continues to keep going and going and going.
A Kingly Discourse—Chess has withstood the test of time and culture because it is so well conceived, so entertaining, and so challenging to play that each game is entirely different.
Take Me Out To The Ball Game— Shortly after I started to look for my friend with earnest (no, he wasn't with Earnest, and neither was I!), I realized that there is another law at work in the universe very much akin to the law of Mr. Murphy.
The Mother Of All Mouse Traps—Today I want to relate one more similarity between my rural and urban ministry. That similarity can be summed up with two words: church mice!
Boot Camp—I like the winter. I have to because I'm Canadian. All Canadians take an oath to at least state in mixed company (non-Canadian), their love for winter.
Giving It Away—Many walked quickly by, uninterested, or perhaps even a bit hostile to our intrudence into their lives: they pushed by the free candy canes like we were trying to sell them flowers at an airport.
Dew Or Die— Jim was this big hulk of a guy with a crew cut and mirrored state trooper sunglasses. Every time I looked at him, he reminded me of a cross between a drill sergeant and a stressed out US Postal worker.
You Never Know...—This was indeed their first meeting. To Don, Geoff was a total stranger. Actually, at this point in their conversation, I'm sure Don thought Geoff was more strange than a stranger!
Heaven's Net—I remember once thinking that I wouldn't really like Heaven very much. What if it's boring? What does an eternity of being bored feel like? (Those of you who have heard my sermons, please refrain from commenting.)
"How-To" Blues—Bob Vila, to me, is the equivalent of Spiderman to a 10 year-old boy.
Forgetting About Fireflies—The first evening we were there, they were out in full force. In the almost claustrophobic darkness of the northern night, the fireflies were spectacular beacons as they blinked on and off.
Don't Box Me In—Moving is very similar to a nasty intestinal disorder - it gives one cramps!
The Sorrow of So Longs—People deal with goodbyes in different ways. Some linger and savour and squeeze every second of every moment until the inevitable happens. Others become masters of the great disappearing act. I prefer the latter.
Buy Bob—In just a short span of time, Mr. Harris' toll-free number received thirty thousand calls, clamouring to meet this tanned, blond, good-looking executive.
Watch Where You're Going!—The chase went hither and yon until the guy made a wrong turn and the police finally cornered their man. Want to know where the chase finally ended? It ended in the police station parking lot!
Help Wanted?—The other day, someone sent me this Want Ad from the Financial Post. All that accompanied this most original ad is the question: "Would you hire this man?"
Tagged In Tacoma—Don't you love it when the bad guys actually get caught? I know I do. I love it even more when they are caught at their own game!
What A Card!—These brothers and sisters are 'Aces' with me! I am so impressed with the card-carrying members of Pastor Rick's Friendship Baptist Church in Vicksburg, Arizona!
Experienced Golf Balls—There, sitting on the counter next to the gum, were bags of "Experienced Golf Balls." I had to chuckle to myself. What an angle, experienced golf balls!
It Only Takes A Spark—Recently it was discovered that this particular firefighter was responsible for lighting many of the fires around town, including two fires on his own property.
Picture This—If you look carefully, you will find an adult store next to a pawnshop. Above both of those "establishments" is a church.
How About A Big Doggie Kiss?—To worship God means that we focus on Him. He is our audience. We come to entertain Him, not ourselves.
Passages—In our regular church worship services, John is what I perceive as "politely attentive", but at the youth conference he was an animated, involved worshiper.
Leaf Lessons—Some people are summer people; some people love spring. I guess there may be one or two Nordic types who like the winter best of all. But for me, the fall wins the seasonal game, leaves down!
Smooth Sailing Dead Ends—I wonder if they're aware of the danger? Frankly, I doubt it! From their perspective, the moment they hit the pavement, it's smooth sailing for as far as their beady little eyes can see.
Gap Trap—Life lived for any length of time has to become either amusing or abusing to the soul.
Loop Dreams—My choice is either to look stupid, and be smart, or look smart, and be stupid.
Why?—Why? It's the first question we learn, and often the last question we ask. We never seem to grow tired of asking this three letter question.
Bad Ol' Georgia Boy—Lest anyone think to the contrary, let me be clear--I have nothing against Georgia, or the majority of people who live there.
Building Sand Castles—The beach and Summer were made for each other - just like the smell of burnt hair and BBQ's (that's another story).
Extreme Edginess—This eight-year-old bundle of energy must have shaved a good five or six years off my rapidly depleting reserve of life.
Exterior Betrayal—The yellowed newspapers that decorate the windows of the vacated side of the building advertise both the failure of the previous occupant, and the lengthy absence of any new risk-takers.
Lens Me Your Ear—The last time I looked at my contacts, they had been sitting untouched in the medicine cabinet for well over three years. The contacts now resemble fossilized fish scales
Sunday's Style Snafu—The tugging and pulling of the tangles must have driven her around the bend because she really started to scratch with the neurotic ferocity of a truckload of Woody Allens!
Pointless Plates—Do you know what I saw for sale in Calais, Maine today? Sit down and get a cold compress ready. I found washable, reusable, disposable plates.
This Monster Bytes!—Grant the preacher voted most likely to be hypnotized by the Windows boot screen, is declaring that all is not well in the land of the E-mail.
Golden Boy's Reflection—The entertainment media does tend to push the envelope on what is moral and acceptable. But, having said that, doesn't our culture continue to reward those who are pushing the envelopes?
Where Everyone Has Gone Before—Surrounded by the nastiest stuff humanity can create, in zero visibility conditions, Jason unclogs intake valves and fixes leaky pipes.
One Lord A-Leaping—Happy Leap Day! Gee! I don't think I've ever said that before.
Heads Up—Most anyone in their right mind would jump at the chance to trade in their problems for some peace, especially when the advertised peace is "perfect".
Goodbye Aunt Vera—Aunt Vera's dead! That was the message I heard among the sobs and tremors of emotion that rolled out of the receiver. On the other end of the phone was my mom.
Faded Photo—They found her in bed, clutching a picture of a World War One soldier by the name of Billy. The image of a very elderly lady drawing her last breath as she clung onto an eighty-year-old photo, makes my heart sigh.
Trekkies For The Lord—What group of fans are the only group to have their name listed in Webster's Dictionary?
Frosted Flakes Faith—In one sense, it's great to get all the Christmas stuff packed away and have the household back to normal, but at the same time, part of me also goes 'rats!", as life's routine reappears in all it's frantic finery.
Wait For The Credits— I personally like to wait and watch 'til the end to pick out some of the people whom it takes to make a movie. Then, I try and figure out what their job might entail.
Bad Backs, Heart Attacks, and Christmas To the Max!—Think of Job's sister on a bad day and you get the picture. Meanwhile, he's had a couple of heart attacks and a stroke and his medication makes him tired most of the time.
It's Still Enough—Will Christmas ever be the same? Have you ever asked that question? Has someone ever asked it of you? What's behind a question like that anyway?
Get Them Presents—No matter which way you slice the Christmas turkey, Christmas is really about presents. Don't look at me that way! You know it's true. Admit it, we'll all feel better!
Supermarket Salvation—Faith is a way, a walk, a direction, not a final destination--at least in this life.
Take Jesus Along—If opportunity is knocking, I must be in the shower! Personally, I think opportunity doesn't even knock these days, he just leaves voice mail, and never returns my calls!
The Defrosties—Have you ever had one of those 'fit for somewhere else' moments? You know a moment, a thought, a feeling that something wasn't right. Maybe it's a feeling that there must be something more?
God's Greatest Works—There he stood, earnest, enduring, energetic, empowered by God.
White Polyester Disco Suits—Albert Einstein once said, "The problem with the speed of light is, it comes too early in the morning!"
Front-Sliding Faith—The fact that they slipped and slid and slurped until we had to leave indicated that they had a GOOD time!
Cloak & Ducker— Everyday, millions, if not billions of life and death adventures take place in the predator/prey tapestry of the animal kingdom.
Busker Believers—They all wowed me! I was astounded, amazed, and entertained with a capital "E".
Kumbyah's On Blocks For Another Year—Immediately after they left the camp, the tension in the air was thick. Sullen resentment and dark confusion circulated at ground level like the morning fog.
Bugs, Dirty Socks & God—When I praised her diligence, she beamed. I will never forget the look on her face and the joy in her eyes.
Truck Stop, Truck Start—I was surprised when I shifted gears and the knob came off in my hand. My senses kicked into overdrive. With all the attention of a Jedi pilot in the heat of battle, I proceeded down the road.
Paint and Polyfiller—Did you know that there are a lot of spiritual insights that can be gleaned from polyfiller and paint?
Front Row Center— Their renditions of "My Bonnie" and "Nick Nack Paddy Wack" were particularly compelling in their intricate nuances and thoughtful interpretations.
Surprise, Surprise, Surprise—Have you ever been surprised, I mean really surprised, I mean knocked out of your socks, grab a respirator, hey Martha come look at this, surprised?
Stop Being Catty, You Dog!—Within any collection of humanity there exists two types of people: those who love dogs and those who prefer cats.
Fire Trucks and Business Suits—We all need wake up calls from time to time.
I Haven't the Foggiest!— We all have a connection with the water that keeps us alive and covers two-thirds of the earth's surface.
Sinking to New Depths With Noah—What could be a bigger disaster then the Great Flood? — Noah, the min-series!
Life Floats—Each life contains "float people." Float people are those who stand out from the crowd.
Heads Up!—Special Baby Angel would give convulsive nightmares to those who judge by the outward appearance alone.
Seeing Green—I've seen some green cars that look sharp, others make you want to take a trip to Detroit and slap some faces!
Gas Attack— Don't you hate people who hold you hostage while they use their weekly columns to vent their sulfurous frustrations? Me, too! Luckily for me, I'm used to periodically hating myself, so please indulge me.
Menace Of the Men's Room!—Is there anyone in this entire world happy with hot air hand dryers?
It May Be March Break, But School Ain't Out!—Some can afford to escape to Florida, and, for those chosen few, life is good. Spring Break breathes life and freedom into an existence bound by ice and snow. But, the majority of us have to continue working during March Break.
Kangaroo Impromptu—When Murray was eighteen he took the bus to the big city for the first time. He didn't go to visit the sites or seek his fortune. He went to join the army and serve his country.
See Ya Terry!—Some days start with a whimper or a groggy nod. Some days ignite with the spark and sputter of progress. Other days smell of burnt rubber and spinning wheels. Then there are those events that trammel the thump of the daily rhythm into a sudden, profound, silence. This is one of those days.
Grant's Wrestlemainia—I got a surprise last week from a couple of people who were looking "Grant's Graceland," and found "Real Xtreme Wrestling" instead.
All In Vein—My definition of a "professional" begins with the words: "A skilled technician". A professional is someone who really knows what they're doing; a person whose workmanship carries with it an unmistakable sense of quality and skill.
The Phlox of Life—It all started this past May when Sheila's folks were visiting us and Sheila was pining away about her long-lived and, as yet, unsuccessful dream of establishing the pinnacle of rock gardenry.
Snow Angels—Believe me, I have gone over the events of that day a million times. I examined every possibility, and eyeballed every angle and the only theory that works for me is that an angel must have used his calling card. Nothing else makes sense.
Flannelette Sheets And Firemen— Life has its share of embarrassing moments. Please nod your head in sympathetic agreement. In my case, I have learned to live with what I now affectionately call my friend, "Mr. Embarrassment".
The Chair's Mine In Ninty-Nine— Change. Different. Unfamiliar. These words won't top the list of anyone's "must use" vocabulary. Let me illustrate the extent to which I myself have avoided change.
Oh, Yeah, Joseph!—"Mary, Mary, Mary, everything is always about Mary." "Mary, God always liked you best!" If Joseph were the jealous type, he may have uttered a phrase or two similar to these.
Red Mitts—I can still see her struggling, fumbling, falling and scratching herself as she and two small boys put up, and took down that tree.
Time With Dad—Graham proved to be a quick study and I'm sure we picked out the best tree in the place. Graham helped me carry the tree to the van. The tree was heavy for him, but no pain, no gain was his attitude. A boy's gotta do what a boy's gotta do to bring home the family tree!
Two Sermon Sunday—There she was doing, what comes naturally and I was the only one who had a ring-side seat! Actually, it was more like a ring-side stance since I was at the front of the church leading the worship service at the time.
Another Ferry Tale— Suddenly, huge clouds of black smoke started to billow their way out of the engine room.
A Ferry Tale—There are times when the ferry is nothing more than a floating frustration factory!
Boy! That's Dumb!—Have you ever stood toe to toe with someone who could hurt you badly, and then slapped them upside the head?
I'll Fly Away!— I hate flies . They are born in rotting garbage, or worse. Then, they begin their lives as maggots and it's kinda downhill from there.
What's The Key?—Signs are everywhere. Thing is, how much attention do we pay to them?
Every Been Weary?—To be weary is to be burned out, to be careworn, dead-tired, whacked, world-weary, incapacitated, and rendered powerless.
Church In The Vale—It is a very small church. The ten or so bodies that our two families bring into the building almost doubles the church population. But, unlike other small churches that I have been in, there is no sense of despondency, no deep depression, no sackcloth and ashes amid a litany of "we're too small", or "we're going to die". No, this is a very warm church.
Ford Faith—Did you know that 87% of Ford Explorer owners have never taken their vehicles off-road?
Transfixed, Teary-Eyed and Driven—I will never forget the pictures of the debris floating in the water.
You Stink, Ya Ugly Moose!—Days turned into weeks as Mr Moose continued to put the moves on Miss Bessie.
What Was I Doing? Living—Much of the ministry that Jesus did was the direct result of making himself available for interruption,
Used To Be And Still Is!—Is a closed church building always a sad thing? I don't think so.
The Tale of Two Motels—I have to admit that Sheila and I look for value when we select our travelling accommodations. When I say value, I mean cheap. We are cheap, cheap, cheap! In Christian circles, being cheap is upgraded to the honour of "good stewardship"; boy, are we GOOD STEWARDS!
Bill and Dru's Excellent Adventure!—The Internet has become a place to get to know and now, meet some amazing Christians.
It Just Ain't the Angels Rejoicing!—When I woke up, I wondered what kind of a day it would be and how the events I knew were going to unfold would feel once they had life and breath and attached themselves to my heart.
Backyard Battle—Sometimes there are life and death dramas in your own backyard and you don't even know it.
Fathers and Faith—Father's Day is here again. Long pause. Sigh. OK. Hey, I can't always be excited about everything, can I? Father's Day is just a non-event in my eyes.
Minute Waltz—A minute is a pretty insignificant time span. We don't use them on their own very much do we? I mean, even poaching an egg takes three of them!
Company's Coming!—Everyone, even those with a less stringent housekeeping code, go out of their way to present their home in the best possible light for visitors. We corral those dust bunnies and straighten up the clutter.
Change, Please!—If I am really honest with myself, I know that I'm no longer a teenager, even if my heart tells me different. That's ok, to tell you the truth. I didn't much like the growing pains of becoming an adult.
On Candy Stores and Being Invisible—With my allowance firmly in hand and my friends in tow, we headed down to the local corner store. On the way, we did reconnaissance as we scoured the area for lost change and empty pop bottles.
Get The Picture?—I remember an overwhelming sense of inspiration overflow my being as I clicked and snapped. I was an artist dealing with form and light and composition. I was going for the front cover of National Geographic.
Shy Guy—I have always had a problem talking to new people. Talking to a group of people was something I would never have thought possible. I was so shy that I even refused to go to my high school graduation because I couldn't bring myself to walk across the stage in front of so many people.
The Socking Truth!—It all began last year when, over the period of a few weeks, Sheila, my lovely wife, found four pair of socks along the side of the road. Go ahead, catch your breath.
School Day Jitters—For those who send their children off for the very first time, the first day of school has cosmic implications.
Monsters Under My Bed—When I was a small boy, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt, that there were monsters living under my bed!
A Father's Promise—In the midst of chaos and destruction, he rushed to his son's school. But instead of a school, he found a shapeless heap of rubble.
A Fixation with Fire Alarms—When I was a boy, I had a fixation with fire alarms. To this day, I get excited just thinking about those bright red boxes with the "Pull In Case of Fire" warnings on them.
Random Acts of Kindness—It's a shame that more people, including myself weren't more like Papa J. Ray.
Pam Demonium—What happened to the contents? How many villains were involved? Who, or what became the victim(s)? Inquiring minds wanted to know.
Puddling Times—When was the last time you stopped to break some ice? When was the last time you snapped off an icicle, or spelled your name in the snow on a car window?
Saviour With A Screwdriver—Being the rational person that I am, I thought, "He got his head in there, it has to come out."
Do You Hear Me?—Listening is hard work. To really listen, to really hear, to really understand, a lot of energy has to be expended.
I Don't Like the Thief On The Cross!—There they hung, arms outstretched, wrists and feet pierced with spikes. The hot Mediterranean sun beat down upon them relentlessly
The Look—The raw emotion of the scene sends shivers up my spine. There's no polite way to say it-- Peter, the brash, impetuous leader of Jesus' disciples, openly betrayed Jesus.
Where Would You Go?—If money were no object and I was picking up the tab, where would you go?
Spring Snow—On Prince Edward Island, where Sheila and I ministered for six years, and where snow was first invented, they have a phrase describing the snow that comes late in the season. It's called a "poor man's fertilizer"
The Predictably Unpredictable—I can't fully explain all of the physical-geological aspects of this mystery, but, I was there. I experienced it. It happened! As we were backing out, somehow the earth moved and a ditch appeared where once there was only a lane.
Demolition Rendition—It's poetic, artistic, a ballet of brick, mortar and dust.
As the Communion Table Turns— If you to look up the word "feisty" in your pictorial dictionary, you would find a picture of Cora Dick staring back at you.
Adult Love—How many of you remember the first time you were smitten by the love bug? My first realization that girls were worthy of considerable attention came to me in the Summer of 1967.
Tails of Fear—As she begins to ponder the day's events, she suddenly spies some unexpected activity. Entering stage right is the arch villain, one repulsive rodent-- a mouseous interruptus!
Lessons From The Storm, Part 2— The response to the storm has been incredible. Right now there are hydro and phone personnel from all across the country working in Quebec and Eastern Ontario.
Lessons From The Storm, Part 1—"I've never seen anything like this before." That's the chant uttered by millions of Canadians over and over, as they stumbled around in the chaos of the last few days.
Angry Questions!—Have you ever been angry with God? Maybe you need to think about that for a minute.
One Christmas Above the Rest!— I get the "warm fuzzies" every time I think of it, and sometimes even shed a tear or two.
This Family Tree Needs Some Pruning!—Those endless lists of names may not be the most exciting parts of God's Word, but they're there for a reason.
The Church Should Be Like an Oil Company!— When you hear the term "Oil Company" what comes to mind?
It's Elementary: Snow Joke!—I'd have to say that I feel old more often then I should these days. But, then there it was, a blanket of childlike excitement that descended from heaven to refresh my soul and energize my spirit.
Slightly Later Than Anticipated!—my keys go missing. Sometimes they go missing because I forget to put them on the hook (a rare occurrence, much like the birth of a white rhino). More likely, my loving, thoughtful, wife has taken them and left them in her coat because she's misplaced hers!
Of Citizenship and Sacrifice!— I don't know much about Arthur Lee, but I consider him a Canadian hero.
Saran Wrap Christians—As you entered the room there were clear plastic runners radiating out in every direction. The living room look more like a major international airport than a living room.
Lucas Life—Where were you in '77? It's hard to believe that it's been that long since Star Wars first came out.
The Pulitzer of Porcelain—He thought it would be a good idea to print them and post them in the men's washroom in front of the urinals so that the men would have something to do while they were otherwise occupied.
The Fickle Finger of Faith!—I stuck my finger in a bottle, Really, I STUCK my finger in the bottle. My knuckle got sore and puffy. My finger turned a purplish-blue. A numb and tingly feeling set in throughout the entire landscape of my finger.
The Illuminated Crowd—The sculpture was a wonderful blend of truth, comedy, and tragedy. It was a scene depicting a crowd of people. The people in the front were amazed, excited, and animated with expressions of joy and wonder.
Water Baby Extraordinaire!— John, at the tender age of eight, is now a full-fledged member of the swimming class. In fact, not only does he paddle the light fantastic, he also went right under the water...
Middleton Magic—The flames, stars, and glassy water, sometimes covered with a light mist, all combined to create a symphony of God's majesty that had a way of bringing our lives into perspective.
What Home Are You Sick For?—Even at the age of eight or nine, girls travel to the washroom in packs. Herd instinct obviously begins at birth for the female of our species.
How Do You Spell Human?— Science tries to tell us that the reason humanity is at the top of the food chain is because we've outsmarted all the competition. Such theories may look half-way plausible on paper, but when you throw some flesh, pants and a shirt on them, the theory falls apart.
Of Eagles and Kings—It was one of those "ah" moments. A moment when time stands still and your eyes open to new vistas.
You Never Really Graduate—It finally came, this past Saturday morning --GrrrradddUAtion!!! Amongst a sea of sweat and waving programs, one hundred and eight grade 12 students were recognized for their impressive achievements.
Why The Scars?—When God raised Jesus from the dead, why didn't He fix Him up? Have you ever wondered about that?
A Testament to the Underside—Oh, the horror, the shock, the inhumanity of it all (actually it was quite human and that was the problem!) In our midst was a dark secret...
Playing Taps—Geoff and I sat in the kitchen talking about this and that, solving the world's problems, and developing the definitive interpretations for most of the sticky passages in Scripture. Meanwhile, we watched the kids play outside our window.
Night Lights Shine The Brightest—The only time you would even notice these lights would be when they're not there.
Living, Breathing History—If I were beamed to an alien world -- to a galaxy far, far away, I wouldn't experience any greater change than Mid did during her lifetime
Yard Sale Salvation—I learned that yard sales are a veritable counterculture of deal-seeking bargain hunters. Yep, it's a yard-eat-yard world out there, where unsuspecting amateurs have nary a chance!
Wrecking Yard Waxings—My buddy's been driving around for a while with no reverse. Have you ever tried to drive without reverse?
Saturn Sharing—This guy's got it so bad that he even carries brochures around in his trunk to give to people
Slash and Burn Soul Searching— Spring in Charlotte County means that you burn all your dead grass.
Cost Counting—His name is C.Y. and he's a present day hero of the Faith! He might disagree with my opening sentence, but I don't think you will after you read his testimony.
The Land of Perpetual Spring—Living in the land of perpetual Spring doesn't mean life is all roses and sunshine.
Of Comets and Compassion—Thirty-nine people died for a dream. They died in the hopes of a better world, a better place.
Bad Boone—Joy killers, Legalists, Pharisees, Faultfinders, Lemon Suckers: have you ever been run over by one?
God May Have Already Won!—Have you ever got one of those "personalized" sweepstakes letters that look so official, so important, so urgent, but aren't?
A Touch of Glass—Ok, I admit it, this is a weird story. If you're not into weird, please escape while you still can.
Goodbye For Awhile—After only a thirty-six year journey here in the land of the living, he suddenly embarked upon a new journey into the uncharted territory (at least for us) of Eternity.

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