It is a sleepy hazy, dreary day here in the Ozarks. The trees just finished displaying their vibrant autumn color, turning hillsides into tapestries of orange, yellow, brown, red and green. Now, my lawn is buried under four or five inches of leaves, giving my mulcher/blower a run for its money. I'll get to it... … Continue reading Reflections From the Top of the Mountain
It's hard to overestimate the power of memories. Not only do they help us get through hard times (the taste of a good bowl of gumbo does wonders for my spirit), but they can lift up our grieving souls to provide a small measure of laughter or, possibly, even some sense of happiness.
With every test or doctor's visit I'm continually reminded of how fragile are our human bodies. Mighty men and women boast of doing great things or having immaculate bodies and yet one skin prick test can change their lives. Paul wrote that we live in bodies that are like jars of clay. They are handcrafted by God and fired in His heavenly kiln. And yet because of their very earthen nature they easily chip and crack and scratch.
To be honest, I fear running into old friends. It's a senseless phobia that terrifies the senses at the very thought of having to explain my life's journey over the past 10, 15 or 20 years of my life. My fear goes something like this... Imagine you see somewhat familiar face picking produce in a … Continue reading Who Am I? A Search for Identity In a Life of Change
Have you ever come face to face with a ferocious monster? You know, the kind of villainous, malicious, delicious... err... knee-knocking, pants-wetting, truly terrifying creature who stalks your dreams and watches from behind spooky gnarled trees in the thick of the forest kind of monster? Oh, really? They don't exist, you say? Hmmm.... The kinds … Continue reading ‘There Be Monsters!’ Faith, Fear & the Arms of God
One thing at which Mrs. Newton and I marvel on a regular basis is the passage of time. Time just seems to fly by so fast that we can hardly believe that this thing happened last week, nor another thing last month, or a major thing even a year ago! Last year at this time, … Continue reading About That Thing Called ‘Time’…