Thanks for the Memories!

Thanks for the Memories!

Yesterday morning at the gym, while doing some warm-up stretches, I was the casual observer of three young 30-something guys setting up their morning workout circuit – 4 rounds of: 45 seconds of jump rope, 45 seconds of planks, 45 seconds of jump-squats and 45 seconds...
You say rutabaga, I say turnip

You say rutabaga, I say turnip

Silken melancholy, pathos saturated and sung by an inimitable singer, these words: Memory, all alone in the moonlight I can dream of the old days life was beautiful then I remember the time I knew what happiness was let the memory live again. I confess. I’m a...
Free refills

Free refills

Picture this with me: winter in Canada, a Friday afternoon at 5 o’clock, quitting time at the office building where I was working. It had snowed all day (what else is new?). It was still flurrying a bit with a bitter wind contributing to the thrill of the adventure...
Like sunshine after the rain

Like sunshine after the rain

On Tuesday, with the dear friends we are visiting, we toured the Auschwitz Exhibition currently open in Kansas City, Missouri. As you might imagine, the content of the exhibit was approached with a measure of solemnity and a good bit of trepidation. Debriefing later,...
The way out is in

The way out is in

“ .  .  . along with every trial God has provided for you a way of escape that will bring you out of it victoriously.” 1 Cor. 10:13 TPT With Phoenix still reverberating loudly, the above verse is speaking with fresh clarity to my spirit. The source of last week’s...
PD reporting in, so jazzed in sunny Arizona

PD reporting in, so jazzed in sunny Arizona

The roar of the leaping, dancing, screaming, weeping, hands-in-air crowd, the intense, pulsating beat shaking the floor, and shaking hearts – no, it’s not a football game. It’s the opening fifteen minutes of every session of this Vineyard family reunion here in...
PD reporting in, jazzed in sunny Arizona

PD reporting in, jazzed in sunny Arizona

Yesterday, arriving in Arizona was just like being at home in Virginia, except for the desert with its brown everything, the palm trees, the cactus, and the absence of humidity. Last night, arriving at the Vineyard Church, Phoenix North, was a real surprise. It was...
Over the hill and through the woods

Over the hill and through the woods

It’s instantaneous. The face closes up. The cheeks retract. The nose wrinkles. The eyes squint. The brows furrow, lowering in an attempt to ward it off. It’s involuntary. The turning away. The gasp for air. The vocalized ‘unhh!’ followed by, “Did something die in...