In “Thoughts on Reverence and Wonder: The Eyes of a Child,” I talked about my soon to be four-year-old daughter, Salina. I am always amazed at how she sees the world in all its glory, the way God intended it to be seen, and responds without any sense of guile or bewilderment. Just yesterday we stopped the car along a rural lane near our home to watch a group of wild geese circle a field, then land in a large pond. My daughter’s eyes grew wide as she saw these birds gracefully glide almost silently on to the surface of the water. She sat there spellbound as she quietly took in this aspect of God’s remarkable world.
Comfort to the Bereaved
by Okwudili Umeweni Dearest one, I know how you feel right now. It hurts so much that you will not see or feel that loved…
Surrender
In 2 Corinthians chapter 12, Paul speaks of the thorn in the flesh that he endured after asking God three times to take it away….
Fitting It All In
When it seems that there are “too” many things in your life and when 24 hours in a day never seems to be enough, remember…
My Brother’s Car
Paul received an automobile from his brother as a Christmas present. On Christmas Eve when Paul came out of his office, a street urchin was…
Tomorrow
Hurriedly, I walked out onto the patio to shake the small area rugs. Thinking all the while of the other mundane things that needed to…
A Boys Race Prayer
My son Gilbert was eight years old and had been in Cub Scouts only a short time. During one of his meetings he was handed…
I can see
At 13 years of age, my parents and I visited an ophthalmologist.
As I sat in the examining chair, my face firmly on the chin rest and pupils dilated, the doctor looked into my eyes, shining a bright light.
A Rose Is A Weed Is A Rose
Seeing the United Parcel Truck pull into my driveway; I opened the garage door knowing that another package has arrived helping us with the Christmas in July Party we were putting together for the orphans at a local orphanage.
Macaroni
“Class, tomorrow I want you all to bring a cup of macaroni for our crafts class, okay? Now go on out there and enjoy the…
Someday..
My brother-in-law opened the bottom drawer of my sister’s bureau and lifted out a tissue-wrapped package. “This,” he said, “is not a slip. This is lingerie.” He discarded the tissue and handed me the slip. It was exquisite; silk, handmade and trimmed with a cobweb of lace. The price tag with an astronomical figure on it was still attached. “Jan bought this the first time we went to New York, at least 8 or 9 years ago. She never wore it.
Bruno
From the minute, he showed up at school, everybody knew Bruno was poor. His clothes were tattered, he never carried any money and his hair…
