Don’t Fence Me in – Making God Small
I love the look of old split rail fences. This one stands along the trail at Fish Trap Creek in Abbotsford.
Christian Living
Honey Bees and the Bible
For many years my father was an apiarist; he kept bees and harvested the honey. He quit when he and my mom sold the farm, and they moved to the city.
Issue 685 – Buckman’s Books -SOS – March 16, 2022
I stood, shivering outside by the gravesite. While we waited for the pastor, my thoughts drifted back to the last time I had seen my friend alive … I was sitting in my shop enjoying a cup of coffee between customers. I own a used book store in Pine Brook, one of the finest in these parts, Buckman’s Books.
Velvet – Growing in faith
the Scriptures and put our faith into action. The trials of life are designed to scrape the velvet off and strengthen us.
A Morning Song – Sing God’s Praises
The morning started with the lovely song of a redwing blackbird.
The fall air was crisp, and the morning mist weighed heavily on the lake, like thick grey wool. Off to the east, the sun was barely beginning to cut through the early morning darkness. I sat outside the tent, sipping my coffee and waiting for enough light to go fishing. No one else in camp was stirring.
Wrong Bait – Sharing the Good News
My choice of lure irked my fly fishing purist friend, especially when it worked.
Coffee shop talk and false churches.
Later this morning, I am meeting a friend at a coffee shop. It will be a treat as it has been more than a month since I could do that. Of late, my morning coffee time has tended to look more like the photo than a coffee shop.
Issue 658 – Puffballs – February 17, 2022
As I recalled that flower this morning, my mind drifted back to when I was a child. When the dandelions went to seed, we called them puffballs and delighted to blow the seeds into the wind and watch them dance along in the air. I still like dandelions and puffballs, but I live in a culture that prides itself on its well-manicured lawns.