Tag: Jesus

  • Selective Listening (again)

    Selective Listening (again)

    It happens every 4th of July – Independence Day here in the USA. In our little hamlet it’s perfectly legal for folks to shoot off fireworks, on the streets and from their back yards. And each passing year the relentless noise is more startling to my sense of well-being. Time to break out the noises…

  • Building a Life Brick by Brick

    Building a Life Brick by Brick

    My father was a teacher who spent his summers doing odd jobs. One of these involved working as a small-scale brick layer–think barbeque pits, or outdoor flower planters and, as a teenager, I often spent my summers as dad’s helper. First, he laid the bricks one at a time, making sure they were true to…

  • Eyes on the Prize!

    Eyes on the Prize!

    Back when I did long distance running, I had a gung-ho training partner named Lowe. My buddy had a favorite saying. Half-way through a long run, he’d look over with a huge grin and say, “More miles, more smiles!” He was right. There’s something special about hitting the road before dawn and running toward the…

  • Little Lamb, Big Herd | Short Story

    Little Lamb, Big Herd | Short Story

    He arrived unexpected, one summer day on the Rocky Mountain ranch. The owner was watching her herd of Highland cattle, grazing contently in the pasture, when a commotion caught her attention: two cream colored calves were butting heads. This wasn’t uncommon, but what happened next was a surprise. A couple of mama cows charged in…

  • The Clear Path

    The Clear Path

    James and I were devout Christians who lived sheltered lives. Coming to university in the big city, we both felt like fish out of water. One day after class, we tried to make sense of the alternative lifestyles that many of our fellow fine arts majors led. To them, right and wrong were not black…

  • The Struggle of Love vs. Distraction

    The Struggle of Love vs. Distraction

    The teenage couple walked hand-in-hand, crossing a stone bridge over a rainswelled creek. The heartwarming scene brought back memories of my own first love. Yet, as I drove past, I did a double take. In his other hand, the young man held a cell phone; he was staring at it, not the girl–scrolling away. The…