Tag: God
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More Breakfast Down the Hall
I posted yesterday in Breakfast Down the Hall about how students at my elementary school often drop breakfast items on their way to class. It’s those flimsy cardboard boats everything comes in! The conclusion was, the Christian life feels like this sometimes; it’s a long walk, and I’m carrying a bunch of stuff, and this…
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Breakfast Down the Hall
Every morning, when I come in from car line at my school, I walk the main hallway–all 900 feet of it–to help monitor students. Children, already laden down with their school backpacks, pick up breakfast in the cafeteria, and then walk the hundreds-of-feet gauntlet to their classrooms. Not all the breakfast items survive the trip…
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When Life’s Letters Get Scrambled
One recent Christmas season, the most endearing little yard signs popped up all over town: “Santa, please stop here.” Yet on Christmas Eve, a rather diabolical Grinch came, under the cover of darkness, and rearranged the letters on several signs: “Satan, please stop here.” This happens in life. Have you ever expected Santa and, through…
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When You’re God’s Child, it’s Enough
The student’s hoodie had an inspirational message: “Never Give Up. Keep the Enthusiasm.” With the young man’s permission I took a picture, but one letter of the message was missing. This may sound peculiar, but I’ve learned to interpret such coincidences as messages from God. “Never Give U.” What does it mean? A little Bible…
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A Surprise in the Back Yard
Standing on the back porch, I saw them gliding in low, one by one–like avian 747’s. At first I thought they were large hawks, but most hawks don’t flock. Five, six, seven, they kept coming, landing in my neighbor’s cottonwood. Peering through my binoculars, their crimson heads and hooked beaks gave them away. Turkey Vultures.…
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Falling with Style
A recent devotional from Streams in the Desert tells how Bald Eagles teach their babies to fly. If the chicks won’t listen to their persuasive calls–to take to the air–they literally push them out of the nest! Did I mention it’s often 100 feet to the ground? I’m guessing here, but I figure few baby…
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