Mar 29, 2015 | Blog Post, Weekly Devo
I’m a sucker for anything that looks like it’s already going 100 MPH on the Autobahn. That’s why the shiny new Audi in the parking lot of a fast food restaurant caught my eye—or perhaps it’s because my granddaughter drives an older version of the same car. But it was...
Mar 22, 2015 | Blog Post, Weekly Devo
On the way to prayer meeting at our little country church, I stopped to feed Grandma Alice’s cats, entrusted to my care while Marilyn’s grandparents were away. It was late in the summer and very late in the day. The sun was losing its battle with twilight, leaving...
Mar 15, 2015 | Blog Post, Weekly Devo
My grandparents lived out their lives in the shadow of Anchor Hocking’s Plant One on Garfield Avenue. Interestingly, neither worked at Anchor and so how they came to live in the midst of Lancaster’s version of an Industrial Revolution neighborhood is an incredible...
Mar 8, 2015 | Blog Post, Weekly Devo
I stumbled into a silent relationship with a young family as I shopped for groceries last week. We found ourselves crossing paths at approximately the same location each aisle and began sharing a smile. While Dad fought to maintain a safe distance from merchandise and...
Mar 1, 2015 | Blog Post, Weekly Devo
It is an incredible privilege to be a pastor in Lancaster—to become a part of so many people’s lives, or, perhaps more accurately, they become a part of our lives. Recently, Marilyn and I were running errands in Lancaster and checking off our to-do list, when we...
Feb 22, 2015 | Blog Post, Weekly Devo
Hi, I’m “I-Peaked-at-Nine” Ron Grubb. Rob Lowe’s got nothing on me; I peaked even earlier than high school. I would say my best years were between the ages of eight and nine. The 1950’s afforded youngsters an extended mobility that in today’s scary world may never...
Feb 15, 2015 | Blog Post, Weekly Devo
Unlike many who reflect on their early years with pubescent angst, my memories of high school result in grins and giggles. Simply put, I thoroughly enjoyed my high school experience. I’m sure it wasn’t just fun and games as I recall, but hey, that’s how I remember it...
Feb 8, 2015 | Blog Post, Weekly Devo
I enjoy shopping for groceries but, at Marilyn’s request, I’ve been relegated to chauffer because too many items find their way into my shopping cart that shouldn’t be there. While she shops, I enjoy a book or happily watch people—that is, until I witness activity so...
Feb 1, 2015 | Blog Post, Weekly Devo
This is a true story. None of the names have been changed to protect the innocent. Place: Northern Perry County. 1979. The slurred speech of a drunk wafted through my open bedroom window, awakening me just enough to be confused. “Psssst…Hey, Gary! Pssst! Gary!” The...
