Ponds are a thing of great beauty, and when you live in the country, having a pond to gaze upon is coveted by many, this writer included. However, if you speak to those who already have one, they may be tempted to describe it as a big hole in the ground into which you pour money.
Sometimes truth crops up in the strangest places. I mean, you wouldn’t expect to find, amidst the frothy lightness of such songs as “We Ain’t Got Dames,” “I’m Gonna Wash that Man Right Outta My Hair” and “Honeybun,” the profound truth that prejudice is bred in us, not born in us. Yet, there it is, right in the middle of Rodgers and Hammerstein’s South Pacific.
Recently I begin to really wonder and meditate on what my purpose and existence in the earth realm was. I mean, why was I born? It is a question I’m sure many of us have pondered.
Most college graduates find out that after they cross the stage with their degree, employers are looking for individuals with work experience. But how do you get work experience if no one will hire you?
With the rise in temperatures, pets and livestock will need access to plenty of clean, fresh water. That helps them beat the heat and prevents them from dehydrating in the hot weather.
Jesus told a story known as the parable of the prodigal son. However, I think the title that Sinclair Ferguson gave it is a better description of what Jesus intended. He calls it the parable of the free grace father.
During the month of June we celebrate Father’s Day. Father’s Day for many children is not a happy time.
Recently a dear friend of mine posted an article on her social media page which claimed that a certain agricultural chemical was wreaking havoc on human health. It was quite a fantastic claim, one I immediately knew was false. But in practice, separating fact from fiction and proven from highly speculative can be difficult.
There’s nothing good about a phone call in the middle of the night. Still half-asleep, I could hear my wife, “Who? Oh no! What happened?” After a long pause her tone changed from shock to condolence, “I’m so sorry. He’ll be right over. We will be in prayer.” I thought I heard the name Randy, but still unsure, I asked, “Who is it?” She confirmed, “Randy Reagle just died in a car accident.”
One of the few joys that I’ve been privileged to experience in this life is my love for children. This time of year in particular I think on the lives I’ve touched through the year and whether I will see some if them again. This got me to thinking what impact have we (parents, teachers, and neighbors) left on those precious seed.