I like to think of the ocean as my friend, but when I went to see her today, I was met with an angry sea. I brought along beach chairs, a puzzle book, and cold drinks expecting a cozy visit, but when I stepped on her shore, she went stark-raving crazy, wild, and mad. “What’s…
Living in Two Worlds
I live in two worlds and have just moved from one to the other. Both homes have their attractions and their problems, and both demand my attention. I love my Florida home because of the beauty, the weather, the theme parks, and the beaches. However, the greatest attraction is my daughter, her husband, and two…
Cured By Pain
I held my wife’s hand as the surgeon sliced open a cist, stuck a probe into it, and cleaned it out while blood and puss squirted out. All of this was done without anesthetic because she is allergic to most of them. The nurses, surgeons, and I were all amazed by my wife’s bravery. Why…
Asking Abundantly
“If I were you, I’d order the most expensive thing on the menu,” suggested our waiter. Of course he would say that, because the bigger our bill, the bigger his tip. However, his advice also made sense for us since our Alaskan tour was all inclusive. No matter the cost, it had already been paid….
Athabascan Love
What is love, and how do you know if you are in it? While visiting Denali National Park this summer, I met an Athabascan instructor who talked to our tour group about the concept of love in her culture. She told a story about her aunt. One day her parents brought her to the river….
God Works While I Sleep
The airport shuttle delivered us to our hotel in Fairbanks, Alaska at 2:00 am to the surprise of Karlynn, the night manager. She had been expecting us on June 29, not July 29. When we failed to show, our reservation was cancelled. Good news! Someone had called at 1:30 am to cancel their reservation, so…
The God Who Is There
Have you seen God lately? This summer, my wife and I took an Alaskan cruise and were awed by Him many times. A magician on the cruise named Norberto Jansenson, made the statement, “Invisibility is not the same as nonexistence.” What was true of Norberto’s tricks is even more true of God. One of the…
Chaotic Beginnings
Beginnings are messy. This month my wife and I took our first cruise. Three-thousand people descended on the small port of Whittier, Alaska, and stampeded up one of two ramps onto the Sapphire Princess. Once on board, we all had to find our room, our muster station, and food. The scene was disorganized, confusing, and…
Ruined Plans
My plan: Take a friend to Disney World, spend a day at the beach, and play several rounds of dominoes. The reality: Vomiting, diarrhea, and a trip to the ER. Thomas à Kempis warned me about making plans six centuries ago when he wrote, “Man proposes but God disposes.” He sent some solid advice, but…
You Should Read This
I am not a fan of the word, should. I know that I should exercise, I should spend time in prayer, and I should be kind to others; but I don’t find that to be particularly motivating. I know that many believe Christian living to be primarily a list of shoulds with a sprinkling of…
The News Is Bad
Unwelcome news. The past week has been full of it. A nephew is fighting for his life after complications from a triple bypass surgery. We open each text worrying that it might contain word of a new complication. Where do you go when things go from bad to worse? I turn to the Psalms. Psalm…
Violence in the Kitchen
“Mr. Baker, you have been charged with committing multiple acts of violence. How do you plead?” “Guilty, Your Honor.” “Do you wish to make a confession?” “Yes, Your Honor. On Tuesday night I went to Wal-Mart, where I hired assassins to cut down an entire wheat field.” “What did you do with the wheat?” “I…
Beach Art
From a distance, it looked like someone was standing with their arms outstretched to heaven, but as I continued to stare, the arms remained raised. “How can anyone hold their arms in the air this long?” I wondered. Other beachgoers would stop and congregate around the figure. Were they having a conversation? Now that my…
A Little Chat With Isaiah
Isaiah asked me an interesting question this morning. “Why,” he wondered, “do you spend your money for that which is not bread, and your labor for that which does not satisfy?” (Isaiah 55:2) I had to admit to him that I have developed a taste for the artificial. I mean, why eat a cherry when…
Why Do Zebras Have Stripes?
Why do zebras have stripes? I knew the zoo I was visiting did not recognize the existence of a supreme being, and yet they asked the question, and even gave an answer, “To confuse lions and other predators.” It struck me as odd. How can zookeepers who have no place for God, ask questions about…
Sad Is the Word
I pulled out my thesaurus to help me describe how I am feeling. Am I heartsick? Brokenhearted? Heavyhearted? It does have to do with my heart, but I think I will settle on “sad.” Although I now live on the other side of the country, my heart has been in Los Angeles this past week….
The Godliest Profession
Perhaps a waiter is the godliest of all professions. I have never been one, but I have gone out to eat several times this week, giving me a good chance to observe. As I watched my waiter, he made me think of Jesus washing his disciple’s feet and feeding them his body and blood. His…
Bats in the House
As we opened the front door, a bat flew into the house. My daughter screamed, while my wife and granddaughters jumped from their chairs and barricaded themselves in the bedroom. The bat found the guest room where it flew in large circles looking for a home. My son-in-law grabbed a broom and attempted to guide…
Happy Christmas, Merry New Year
“I think I may be in a rut,” I thought as I wished yet another acquaintance a “Merry Christmas.” How come it’s a Merry Christmas, but a Happy New Year, a Happy Birthday, and a Happy Thanksgiving? Can’t these other occasions be merry? Can’t Christmas be happy? I suppose, but I’ve never heard of such…
The Irony of the Race
I hate endings, but I find myself racing toward them. Then when I get to the finish line I find that I miss the process. I suffer from the day after let-down. Anticipation is better than remembrance. So why am I in such a rush? I find this race to finish ironic. Quickly, let’s finish…