WEEKLY DEVOS

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...

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...

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...

Laying his huge hand on my shoulder, Doctor Kraker did his best to speak encouragement, “Ronnie, I know this is a hassle. Your eyes are practically swelled shut and your hands are completely covered, but there’s good news—when you grow up you’ll likely be immune to...

On a gray, wintery afternoon near Christmas, Mom asked me to ride my bike to North Berne and pick up a loaf of bread from Mrs. Elick. Mrs. Elick kept an old wooden cupboard on her front porch stocked with fresh Omar Bakery Bread, glazed donuts and the Eagle Gazette....

I’ve always been an early riser, up well before the sun. Often in those early hours I take my morning coffee to the front porch swing, especially as fall throttles back the summer heat and yesterday’s warmth becomes today’s chilly morning. When the temperature drops,...