WEEKLY DEVOS

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...