We may weep through the night, but .  .  .

We may weep through the night, but .  .  .

Once upon a time three Westerners were traveling to a former Soviet bloc country on their way to one of the first conferences to be held there since the Wall came down. The border crossing was in the middle of corn fields as far as the eye could see. The border...
Rudolph Who’s Rudolph?

Rudolph Who’s Rudolph?

WARNING: Risk of pre-season traumatic trembling. Recently, I’ve seen Christmas-themed advertising, complete with smiling faces and bow-wrapped parcels. For many, if not most, it’s too early to think about such things, with all that that entails. But there it is. Maybe...
Let Me Tell You a Story

Let Me Tell You a Story

A scenario: Through a glaring error in calculation, you’ve just cost the company you work for, a multi-million-dollar contract. Arriving at your office a couple days later, you are, unsurprisingly, summoned to a meeting. Not your supervisor’s office, but upstairs to...
Way More than We Know

Way More than We Know

Of all the disciples, maybe, for Jesus, Peter ‘took the cake.’ Maybe it was Peter’s impetuous nature that caused Jesus to stifle a giggle most often (like parents who don’t want to be caught smiling after one of their children has done something naughty, but in the...
To the Top and Beyond

To the Top and Beyond

A wintertime game we played in Canada was called ‘King of the Castle.’ It consisted of a large mound of snow (abundantly supplied), the top of which was dubbed ‘the castle.’ Defending said trophy included throwing masses of snowballs at the intruders, who were...