Month: June 2025

  • Overcoming Darkness with God’s Light

    Overcoming Darkness with God’s Light

    The parking lot near the track, where Nancy and I take early morning walks, is bordered by large sycamore trees. Near each of these trees, there are lights that help illuminate the parking lot. The other morning, just after sun up, they were still on. But some were more visible than others. However… Notice the…

  • The Hedonic Treadmill: Seeking Joy Beyond Stuff

    The Hedonic Treadmill: Seeking Joy Beyond Stuff

    My wife and I recently spent a few days in Down East Maine, enjoying the scenic rocky beaches and the brisk sea air. It was our third visit, and each time back we’ve stayed a little closer to the ocean. After checking into a small boutique hotel steps from downtown Bar Harbor, we strolled along…

  • Finding God in Life’s Changes

    Finding God in Life’s Changes

    It’s a sticker I found in a travel stop restroom, left on an electric hand dryer: “Here for the changes.” I looked it up, this is the slogan of a company who makes baby care products. Come to think of it, the hand dryer was next to a diaper changing station. (Yes, I washed my…

  • The Prudent Give Thought to Their Steps

    The Prudent Give Thought to Their Steps

    What’s the one luxury you can’t live without? The one luxury I can’t live without is GPS. Except, in this case, I’m not referring to guidance in earthly terms, but from a spiritual perspective. The GPS I can’t live without is “God’s Positioning System.” Note: if you’re not a religious person, please keep reading. I…

  • Only Roosters Crow

    Only Roosters Crow

    It started as a question over coffee: “Do chickens crow, or just roosters?” I answered my wife Dr. Seuss style, “Only roosters crow, as far as I know.” I hedged my response, because I knew if I said, “Yes, only roosters crow,” she would have Googled it immediately. What if there’s a rare breed of…

  • The Shoe in the Parking Lot

    The Shoe in the Parking Lot

    It was in a restaurant parking lot, sitting perfectly parallel to the yellow line of a parking space. How did one child’s clog end up here? I have my own theory, but will leave room for your thoughts, kind reader. Since I work with children as an educational administrator, my initial sentiment was, “Somewhere out…