Positive thoughts from a Christian Perspective

  • Under the World’s Influence

    Under the World’s Influence

    It’s a daydream. I’m speeding down the interstate, seething about someone who did me wrong, when I see the flashing lights of a police motorcycle behind me. I pull over, and up walks a larger-than-life person in dazzling white clothing. It’s not the police, but an angel from heaven, who tickets me for DUWI—Driving Under…

  • When a Grandpa Joined the Youth Group

    When a Grandpa Joined the Youth Group

    He was an older deacon in our little Baptist church, a retired guy who preferred bib overalls to three-piece suits. Brother Orville had soul-searching eyes, and a calm, yet inquisitive, demeanor. But the most peculiar thing about him is that he volunteered to work with our church youth group—even though he was five or six…

  • Who’s Short-changing Who?

    Who’s Short-changing Who?

    I walked in the door with a pocket full of change. Clinking the coins down on the kitchen table, I began to count…one dollar and ninety-nine cents. “There’s got to be another penny somewhere,” I thought. Riffling through my pockets, I prayed with a wink: “I’m one cent short, God. Where are you?” I received…

  • Traveling

    Traveling

    I ran into an old high school friend the other day. After catching up on what’s new in our lives, I asked about his parents, who are both in their early eighties. He told me his dad likes to say—with a wink—your mom and I are traveling a lot in our retirement: we travel to…

  • Into the Woods and Out with God

    Into the Woods and Out with God

    A month or so ago my brother in Christ from the Kingdom of Fife 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿—Alan Kearns, at Devotional Treasure, shared a comment: God knows the way into the woods, and He knows the way out. Alan Kearns My thoughts went straight to stories I’ve read about folk disappearing on day hikes in the Rocky Mountain…

  • The Sittin’ Spot

    The Sittin’ Spot

    The silver-haired woman who lived across the street from us when I was a kid was a mystery to me. Most summer mornings, she sat alone at her front yard picnic table, under the shade of a large pecan tree, doing what appeared to be absolutely nothing. Curious, I asked my mom why the grandmother-lady…

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