Old Trucks and Lives Well-Lived

I was driving along a country road and passed an old pickup truck. It was parked on the shoulder of the road with its hood up, and no one was around. The abandoned truck looked like it had traveled many miles. An old camper sat in the truck’s bed. As the truck...

The Winds of Change are Blowing

Be careful not to misinterpret what is taking place. Assumptions are not reliable interpreters. Societal upheaval, anarchy, and deception are responses of hell to a work of God’s Spirit. A new wind from Heaven is blowing, and it will uproot everything, even the...
Junkyard Dreams

Junkyard Dreams

Last week, I drove past the RV graveyard depicted in the attached photo. It caused me to think about life, dreams, and things of lasting value. From time-to-time, Jan and I will think about someday getting one of those small, van-sized RVs and hit the road for some...

Hung Out To Dry

When I was a kid growing up, I remember seeing my mom carrying a large basket full of freshly washed clothes and sheets. She would walk into our backyard and hang the articles on our clothesline. We had no clothes dryer. When mom brought our clothes and sheets back...

The Lord is Dancing

I had a dream. I was seated in a very ornate auditorium. Upon the stage, an elaborate production was taking place. It appeared like an opera. All the participants were dressed in costumes. Each scene ushered in a new stage backdrop.  All of a sudden, across the stage,...