WEEKLY DEVOS

After months of anticipation, Freshmen Orientation finally arrived. I unpacked my bags and squirreled away my personal belongings.  Marilyn’s senior picture and a tiny box of memorabilia sat on the shelf above the laminated counter top that would serve as a common...

Have you seen my cute little office? Its bright blue walls are lined with my favorite kitschy collections. Trust me, it’s way more relaxing than a tire store or car show! (By the way, this is Amy writing this week, not Ron – if you haven’t figured that out yet.) Take...

Crowded into the tight confines of the visitor’s locker room, the embattled players settled to one knee as their coach paced back and forth, slapping the remains of the mangled playbook against his leg with every nervous step. He was disheveled and battle worn, yet...

As I approach my mid-60’s, I tell myself I’m aging like a fine wine… though some might suggest I’m fermenting into hard cider. The needle on my sensitive-male-meter points to “Car-Guy-from-the-60’s” not “Sensitive-Post-Modern-Man.” I want to be more sensitive, more...

The September sun ricocheted around the parking lot of hot rods with such vivid intensity I found it impossible to focus on the well-dressed business man asking questions about my ‘38 Ford.  Shielding my eyes, I squinted at him, thinking, “This guy might be our buyer!...