WEEKLY DEVOS

I was raised on a tiny farm in rural Fairfield County. Its cedar shake farm house with Gambrel roof and dormers sat proudly on a high hill providing a beautiful vista in all directions. It wasn’t uncommon for first time visitors to step from their car and mutter,...

I stopped at the dollar store on my way home from the office to pick up a few essentials like Oreo cookies and milk. As I stepped from my car I noticed a black and white cat hanging around the store entrance begging to get in. I recognized him as Rico, my...

Teenage boys fell hopelessly in love with tail-finned, pastel-colored, mechanized pieces art in the 1950’s, the honeymoon of the American car culture. The caress of the large diameter steering wheel of a mid-fifties automobile released an infusion of freedom and...

Last evening, I enjoyed watching our five year old neighbor ride his tiny motorcycle around and around their property. From my swing on the patio he looked very competent; he handled it like a pro. I thought to myself, “I can only imagine what it would have been like...

I vividly recall in the 60’s sitting around the kitchen table while my older brother, Dave, an AT&T engineer, preached of a coming communication revival. He spoke of a new telephone technology. He went on to devote his entire career assisting in the development of...

Recently I was invited to speak at the funeral of someone with whom, as a pastor, I had been acquainted only on a professional level. I was self-consciously aware that many of those attending the memorial service were much closer to her than I had ever been. Memorial...