Home Or Away?
In late summer before my junior year of high school in 1979 our small town in Iowa was on the receiving end of some torrential rains. So much that it…
In late summer before my junior year of high school in 1979 our small town in Iowa was on the receiving end of some torrential rains. So much that it…
We notice him as we walk into Whataburger. A frail, slightly stooped elderly man helping his equally frail wife get out of a big white Mercury Marquis. While she balances…
When I work in Roswell, New Mexico I always go to Sam’s Club to fill up my gas tank. Not to save a nickel a gallon, though that’s nice, too.…
(This appeared as the back page “Classic Thoughts” column in the February 2010 issue of “The Classic”, the alumni magazine of Northwestern College. I’m grateful for the privilege to contribute…
It was January of 1994. The first night of my first ever seminary class. I sat down at a round table and shook hands with a guy I knew went…
“Remember…the first thing you do when you get to Fairmont is fill up with gas.” Dad handed me the keys to his 1978 Oldsmobile 98 Regency. “Yeah, Dad. I know.…
During a phone conversation with an old college friend, we got into a “do you ever hear from so and so?” stream of thought. One name mentioned would spark another…
You can see what is going to happen. The guy in the parking lot is carrying a lot of stuff. Too much stuff. Under each arm and in both hands.…
The morning begins with their beautiful faces. “Here, Daddy. We have something for you!” Two Father’s Day cards. One store bought and one homemade. “Daddy, see how I did the…
Last Thursday morning before driving the twins to school, Annie and Emma and I had a quick prayer time. On the way to the fireplace bricks, where we like to sit…