A MORNING AFTER RAIN
Once again, a night of rain. And I’m remembering the lyrics from “Camelot” – “no rain may ever fall till after sundown…” and I’m giving …
Once again, a night of rain. And I’m remembering the lyrics from “Camelot” – “no rain may ever fall till after sundown…” and I’m giving …
Here’s one way to start the morning. These lyrics from this little chorus, written long ago by Rosalie Yoder, are taken from Psalm 143, a …
Over the past few weeks, our pastor has nourished us with a banquet of scripture on the Love of God. If you haven’t taken the …
It’s lovely. Stuffed animals with fixed grinsDance around a crepe paper Maypole Sunlight filters down through skylightsGlows warm on rosy wallsSparkles on crystal chandeliers. Lilies …
MARSTON VILLAGE If I’m dreaming, please don’t wake me up! I’m perched on the bed in the guestroom of our English hosts and longtime friends, …
Biblically speaking, Abraham was all of 75 years old when he made the hike from Ur to Canaan, a distance of maybe 400 miles. So …
Early Sunday morning, and darkness still shrouds the Judean hills. The Roman guards stamp their feet and shiver against the chill, longing for the warmth …
Most of us are familiar with Isaiah 9:6-7; it’s a favorite Christmas text. But notice that the passage starts with the word “FOR”. What is …
It’s inevitable. Summer’s glory has faded and slanted into autumn’s waning light. We New Englanders feel the change and brace for another winter. We look …