The Anchor That Holds
There is one place I don't want to be in a north-easterly gale, and that is on the water. Not long ago, one of these storms brought high winds, up to 72 centimetres of snow, and winter havoc to the … Read more
There is one place I don't want to be in a north-easterly gale, and that is on the water. Not long ago, one of these storms brought high winds, up to 72 centimetres of snow, and winter havoc to the … Read more
Some folks like to talk about the "good old days" — the ones when life was tougher than Mom's free-range chicken. These stories are generally a tad embellished, like the commercial which tells of walking nine miles to school, up … Read more
My friend and I were sorting pears from her tree to take to market. All the pears that had bruises or were misshapen in any way she threw aside as worthless. "Why are we discarding these good pears?" I asked. … Read more
In November, one of the churches in my hometown was celebrating its fiftieth anniversary, and, during their celebrations, many tributes were given to the five remaining charter members and the ninety-year-old minister who was their first pastor. During the Sunday … Read more
A few days ago, I began to go through one of my older journals, and I came across this quotation from Hudson Taylor: "Move men for God through prayer alone." I then decided, as a reminder, to copy those wise … Read more
In high school, I had a Christian principal who was an encourager. He stimulated my mind, and helped me to believe in myself. He came into my life when I needed someone to lift, inspire, and have faith in me. … Read more
Once I decided to face my fear of feeding the chickens, it wasn't the belligerent rooster that made my trip memorable. It was the mouse scurrying about the feed bin that caused me to run back to the house. This … Read more
When I was six, my mother asked me to feed the chickens while she made supper. As soon as she asked me, my heart began to thump wildly. Although I was capable of feeding the chickens, I was afraid to … Read more
In my early Christian journey, I, like many other young Christians, looked to others to represent me before the throne of God in prayer, believing that mature prayer warriors had more power in prayer than my own stumbling prayers. Then … Read more