A Fleeting Thought

By Cynthia Ruchti –

I can’t blame it on advancing years. I’ve had these fleeting thoughts since childhood. An occasional bizarre thought that flits through my mind in a nanosecond. It’s usually another two or three nanos before I realize, “Well, that was dumb,” or “I’d have more signs than this if I were insane, right?” Read more

On the Way to Something Else

I stopped myself in the nick of time.

The day had a good foothold by the time I turned my attention to making the bed. My brain was tired already from a good workout—many things accomplished since dawn. Read more

I Can Fly!

When I was in first grade I met a boy who said he could fly. I longed to fly!  I stood on our turquoise hassock and flapped my skinny arms as fast as I could, but gravity got the better of me every time. Read more

Goliath and the Chirping Bird

I was shocked! I was actually scared! I began to back away and the bird continued to come after me. He jumped from the ledge to the floor, and was determined to protect himself from this giant obstacle — me. I made quick, backward circles around a table trying to avoid the horrible “pecking” I was about to receive. Read more

Trust Me (Wink)

“Let me get this straight. You want me to stand up on this table, fall backward, and trust six or so giggling teenagers to catch me? And you’re telling me this illustrates our trust in God?”

The teen Sunday School class had gone on the prowl for some unsuspecting vict—I mean, participant. I was on my way to the choir room. I searched my brain for any excuse: my high school gymnastics coach once dropped me, though she’d been trained to catch people; my fear of heights made me hesitate to wear high heels; Mom taught me never to put my feet on a table. Read more

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