Things Desired

Things Desired

Below is a fairly well-known, 95-year-old poem by Max Ehrmann, a lawyer/poet from Terre Haute, Indiana. I invite you to read it, perhaps aloud, with a critical ear. Notice which lines square with Scripture, if any, and which lines digress from the Truth, if any....
Sixty months from now …

Sixty months from now …

Disclaimer: I am not the planner in our household. I do not have a file folder with a series of five-year plans which I’ve plotted out over the years. If I had one folder so entitled, it would be empty. I am mostly the spontaneous, put-it-together-at-the-last-moment,...
Graduate Training

Graduate Training

A few sunny days ago, my typically leisurely homeward-bound commute was extended by a traffic slowdown on the highway. As all three lanes slowed to about 20 mph, then to stop-and-go, it became evident that there had been an accident. Rather than get impatient with...
Wonky Wonderful

Wonky Wonderful

Still lingering in my mind’s eye are the dozen or more wildly exotic cactus varieties that I wandered among on the campus of the retreat center last week while in Arizona. Coming from the wet and humid East Coast, these plants populating the sandy earth looked to me...
Oh Woe, No Mo’!

Oh Woe, No Mo’!

“I’d look on the bright side … if I could find it.” Eeyore, in Winnie the Pooh, by A.A. Milne Bad news. No news. Cold, blustery, rainy, dreary days. Headaches. Toothaches. Back aches. Old age. Cold coffee. Stale toast. Spam emails. Hangnails. What gets you down? What...