The Knobby Spruce
However bad we may feel about ourselves, we are special to God and have a special place. Along the forested shores of the Great Lakes stand vast tracts of spruce and birch. Every few years swarms of insects hatch, fly around a while, then bore holes through tree bark to lay their eggs for the next generation. They like spruce trees best. And they all go to the same tree. One spruce formed her branches in almost a perfect cone. She stood so proud of her shapely green shades. The other trees were envious, and that made the spruce…
All You Have Are Memories?
A Hollywood couple are listing their estate for sale at $42 million. Interested? They’re ready to move on now that their daughter’s grown up. Time to downsize. They do seem to have been good parents. The wife said of the place, “We’ve tried to make memories here because in the end, that’s all you have.” This stopped me. Tweet
The God Store
You can’t keep God in a box. Half way down Main Street was an old, famous store, a community landmark for as long as anyone could remember. A white marble colonnade adorned the front, and inside were the most amazing goods for sale. It was The God Store. Almost everyone had been to the God Store and bought something at one time or other. Satisfied customers only bought once. If they went back it was just to show their friends or to browse and see what was new. Other customers, never satisfied, went back again and again to buy…
100 Most Influential People
Courtesy of Time Magazine Time Magazine just put out its annual 100 Most Influential People from around the world. I always read this with great interest. What has each person done that’s so influential? Why did each get chosen? I admire most of them. Not all. And I know they’re human choices and wide open to debate. Tweet
The Falcon and His Catch
The greedy will be overtaken by their greed. The Falcon and… A falcon circled the cloudless sky. Far below a mouse sat in a meadow, nibbling on seeds. The falcon circled lower. The mouse nibbled. The falcon hovered. And in a blur of feathers, the falcon streaked to the earth. He spread his wings and thrust his feet to pierce sharp talons into the unsuspecting mouse. The mouse gaped at the belly and great flapping wings of its captor. “P-P-Please, falcon,” the mouse squeaked. “L-L-Let me go and I will find you all the seeds you’ll ever need.” “I…
