WEEKLY DEVOS

Looking back, I’m really surprised my parents allowed me to sit with my mischievous contemporaries in the “adult service” of our little ol’ church on Sunday mornings.  Let’s just be honest:  even a pagan knows a row of preteen boys are a disturbance waiting to happen!...

When our youngest son, Ryan, graduated from the sixth grade, he and his classmates celebrated with a pool party at his best friend’s house. Like many pools in our area, it was an above-ground model with a wooden deck along one side. Unfortunately, Ryan found out the...

Whenever I see a dead car along the road, I can’t help but expel an empathetic sigh as I vicariously recall  the many times I found myself in that situation as a younger man. Like my dad before me, I’ve driven high maintenance vehicles most of my life. But I credit...

On a warm summer Sunday in June of ’57, my parents and I attended the Oakthorpe School Reunion held at the Oakthorpe School House. At eight years old, I was the same age as my parents when they attended grade school there. Seven-year-old Marilyn and her family were...

Now that Marilyn and I are part of the camper-nation, having progressed from shopping for campers to actual ownership, we’re knee deep into the process of learning to pull it, park it and enjoy the process. I quickly discovered it isn’t easy being a stone-cold rookie...