Jan 12, 2014 | Blog Post, Weekly Devo
I filled my car with gas and sauntered toward the convenience store to pay for my purchase. As I approached the door, I was taken aback by a young woman crouched in front of the glass entrance door. Turned out she was negotiating through the glass with her...
Jan 5, 2014 | Blog Post, Weekly Devo
As a kid, I lived on Fairfield County’s version of Walton’s Mountain. Our green-shingled home with its gambrel roof proudly overlooked pastoral vistas in all directions. Three out of four seasons, we cast our vision like royalty over kingdoms below. But when the...
Dec 29, 2013 | Blog Post, Weekly Devo
I thought it was an ad for a lousy radio station—you know, that white oval on the rear window of SUVs that simply says “26.2”? That doesn’t even come in on my dial. So then I reasoned it might be a secret number for a clandestine society. Once, seeing a young person...
Dec 22, 2013 | Blog Post, Weekly Devo
My maternal grandparents lived on the northeast corner of Kanawha and East Main in Lancaster during the 1950’s. It was a huge duplex that sat where Fifth Third Bank is today. Each year on Christmas Eve, like many families, we gathered at Grandma’s with our aunts,...
Dec 15, 2013 | Blog Post, Weekly Devo
When I was kid, the only bathroom in our house was an afterthought tucked under the back porch in the corner of our basement. Like a fall-out shelter, it was constructed entirely of concrete. Even the tub was molded of concrete; years of pockmarked paint gave it the...
Dec 8, 2013 | Blog Post, Weekly Devo
It’s incredible how much syrup can ooze out of a flat screen TV. My wonderful wife Marilyn loves sappy Christmas movies, and apparently there are countless variations of the same predictable plot: Girl has shallow boyfriend, girl goes home for Christmas, girl endures...
Dec 1, 2013 | Blog Post, Weekly Devo
I was never a good fighter. I still remember the first time I got slugged. I was in the second grade, innocently talking with one the prettiest girls on the playground, who was, as it turned out, already engaged to a much older man in the third grade. Their prenuptial...
Nov 24, 2013 | Blog Post, Weekly Devo
In 1957, while normal fathers and sons were planning their hunting trips, the Grubb boys were planning our excursion to Lancaster to visit the new car showrooms. My Dad began this tradition during the 1930’s, collecting brochures with each new model release—a hobby he...
Nov 17, 2013 | Blog Post, Weekly Devo
Like a deer in the headlights, I struggled to comprehend the conversation I wandered into this past Sunday as we gathered at Life Church. I walked up to a group of men who were excited about the upcoming deer season. I’ve never been a hunter, which has more to do with...
