A Note from Pastor Don

A Note from Pastor Don

Bread, growing up in my family, was strictly a homemade thing (I never had ‘boughten’ bread until I was a teenager, and I was, um, unimpressed, shall we say). I watched my mother knead that large lump of dough, on average, twice a week. Once, at around six years old,...
A win by proxy

A win by proxy

Young people wanting a military career, those training to be Olympic athletes, those choosing to become medical doctors, all know that there will be grueling times ahead of them before achieving their dream. That isn’t a secret. So, what is it that makes them so...
Not to the Swift

Not to the Swift

With only a bit of vim and vigor but suited up in Olympian runner’s spandex (moving right along), stretching out on the track like the others around me, putting on a game face, checking my shoelaces and my pinned-on runner’s number, I contemplate the 10,000 meters...
Like water off a duck’s back

Like water off a duck’s back

I’ve not heard of parents having to train children to be disobedient or selfish or prideful.  There are no courses in school on how to cheat, or steal or lie or side-step guilt by blaming someone else. Nobody gives instruction on how to exclude others from the clique....