Where I came from, the cottonmouth was another name for a poisonous snake. No, this post isn’t about snakes. When was the last time you found your mouth dry, and not in a medical sense. Was it grief? Shock? This…
Author: The Broken Mandolin
I love that movie. And now you’re pretty sure I’ve lost it, talking about an old movie that’s not biblical at all. (If you haven’t seen it and you need a sappy Meg Ryan/Tom Hanks love story set in an…
This question, spoken by Jesus in John 5:6 to a long-disabled man, has always been something I somewhat glanced by. As in, read but never thought about it much. Jesus is walking with his disciples by a ‘healing pool’. John,…
I thought I wanted to be a missionary. I was just a little kiddo, but I was pretty sure I was supposed to be a missionary when I grew up. I never lost the dream, but then the dream became…
I know I’m not perfect. Not by a long-shot. I’d survived the week but barely. I commonly tell people “as long as you’re winning, even if it’s a small win, you’re progressing.” But by the end of this week I…
Today the signs of the times declare that we are standing on the threshold of great and solemn events. Everything is in agitation…. The present is a time of overwhelming interest to all living. Rulers and statesmen, men who occupy…
Goodie two shoes. Teacher’s pet. Brown-noser. Joy-kill. There are a lot of other phrases. I’ve been called some of them. They are not considered ‘positive’ descriptions of people. And I’ve heard the question “do we have to be ‘good’ all…
The lesson came with broken glasses. The drinking kind. It shouldn’t have mattered…glasses are glasses. But these were ‘special.’ Why? I guess I just liked them…all eight had survived years and spouses and moves and kids and animals and thousands…
One of the most influential persons in my life was a missionary with the last name of Gates…no the first name was not Bill. Pastor David Gates preached at our University/Church so many years ago I’m surprised I remember his…
I prefer to write of readings I’ve come across than of my own experiences. But this one bore sharing. Not because of what I did. But because of what I almost didn’t do. And let us not grow weary of…