Month: April 2005

"Aw! Do I have to? I'm playing a game right now." Unfortunately, when I was a child, all too often this was my response to my parents' call reminding me that it was time for family devotions. These gathering times … Read more

My dad loved to take photographs in and around the city of Glasgow, where our family grew up in Scotland. Practically every Saturday morning, he would catch a bus to go downtown and walk around the city streets with his … Read more

Before going to church, I prepared some potatoes for boiling. I thought it might speed the process of lunch on our return, in the event of a delay. Until the day before, these potatoes had been left out — because … Read more

One day I was peeling an onion. This must have been a very strong onion, because tears were just streaming down my face. Always when I am peeling an onion, I wonder why I am doing so. It is not … Read more

My husband took our ten-year-old granddaughter, Mary Kathryn, fishing one morning. It was a beautiful summer day. The temperature was in the upper 70s and the humidity was way down — quite a contrast to recent days. The lake at … Read more

The one sure thing about Paul was that he never minced his words. He was in jail, isolated from the Christian community, and he was facing execution. He knew that his number was up, but it didn't stop him from … Read more

When my grandson, Cory, was little, he loved to be sung to, so, as many grandmothers do, I sang as I rocked him. By the time he was a two-year-old, he wanted more activity. "Rock-a-bye Baby" was a favourite because, … Read more

The other day, I walked into a room in our new home and was struck by the delicate scent of my wife's perfume lingering in the atmosphere. It made for a pleasant change from the smell of electric motor and … Read more

I am a pretty independent person. I have seen this so many times in my life. How I've noticed this recently is in playing the piano at church. Years ago in many churches, the piano was the only instrument. For … Read more

A recent visit of a friend from Central America provided an opportunity to look at photos of shared experiences. Although each of us remembered things in the same photo differently, we agreed it was like a trip back in time … Read more