Who Am I?

“Can you take a long article and cut it down for me?” asked the church secretary.  “Sure, I'd be glad to help you out.  How long is the original article?” I replied.”  Well—we asked for a bio, and received a four-page article.  I only have space for about 75-100 words.”  You’re talking a major reduction here!  Sure, I'm up for the challenge. Give me a couple of days.” I said, before ending the phone conversation.
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Minding Your Business

A dear friend shared a great story with me this week.  The story was about an elderly man who remembered when he was a little boy during the Depression.  The boy and his family were fairly isolated from the details of the bad news that flooded the country, but occasionally someone returning from a trip to the big city would stop by their farm for a quick visit.  The boy and his father would then stop their work in the fields and come to stand by the fence and talk with the visitor, who proceeded to tell them how very bad everything really was.  After listening for a while, the father would then turn to the boy and say, “All right, son, that’s enough bad news.  It’s time to get back to work.”

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The Wellspring of Life

There is an old saying: “Garbage in, garbage out,” and another one that declares, “You are what you eat.”  We know these are truths that apply to our physical bodies, in that we can’t eat donuts and ice cream all day and expect to be healthy.  But the truth of those sayings goes far beyond our physical beings.  Oswald Chambers referred to the heart as the “birthplace of words.”

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Weary In Well Doing

Here's my confession:  I am weary.  My to-do list is a mile long and my energy is depleted.  I'm overwhelmed by all I need to do and desire to do nothing at all.  I just want a day (or a week) to play hooky from Life.  Would anyone miss me if I checked out for a short sabbatical?  Life would go on without me, and not miss a beat.  The clock would keep ticking and the calendar pages would fly off.  Time stops for no man (or woman).

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Waves of Doubt

Not too long ago I visited the beach in the town where I grew up.  I was amazed at the amount of sand lost due to erosion from summer storms.  I don't know how many thousands of dollars the state spent on beach restoration, but a good twenty-five feet of it was now back at sea.  This day, it was easy to understand why.  The wind, so strong it blew the huge beach flags almost perpendicular to the ground, crashed salty waves into the sandy shore.  The ocean churned with each mighty wave acting as a giant scoop taking more sand out into the open waters.

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