WEEKLY DEVOS

I was in Indy a couple weeks ago to attend a classic car auction. I arose before sunup and shuffled, blurry eyed, to the hotel lobby, fully aware it was way too early for the free breakfast—but praying it wasn’t too early for the miraculous turning of water into...

Dad was the consummate do-it-yourselfer, not because he was driven by a sense of  self accomplishment, but simply because he couldn’t afford to hire repairs done. During the 1950’s, whenever an appliance broke (and they all broke), he’d figure a way to fix it or do...

Pleasantville is a quiet village teeming with active families. “Charming” comes to mind as I idle through this little burg on the way to my office each morning. Children peddle bikes and adults walk dogs along its generously shaded sidewalks. Most all her homes,...

Having spent a major portion of my life restoring classic automobiles, I’ve learned how important it is to work with the right equipment. I retired from restoring classics about the same time my son Jason, who had operated an excavation company out of the same...

Excited by our wrestling team’s win over the Amanda Aces, five of us crammed into my buddy’s 1957 VW Beetle to return to Sugar Grove. As Don struggled to start the tiny motor, the rest of us, out of sheer silliness, began to rock side to side. Amazed at how easily it...

This past weekend while visiting friends in Chicago, Marilyn and I had the unique privilege of sharing breakfast with someone in the midst of what must be one of the most radical life-challenges imaginable. For some unknown reason, this young woman began to experience...