Advent: Picture of Humility

[ Previous:  Advent: Fulfillment of a Promise ] Would we have known what true humility looked like if Jesus had come to earth in regal robes rather than swaddling clothes, in the splendor of a palace rather than stench of a stable? Perhaps the Apostle Paul would have instructed us to follow the example of Moses, […]

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Advent: Fulfillment of a Promise

[ Previous:  Advent: Making His Blessings Flow ] A few weeks before we moved out of South Florida, I injured by foot and was rendered immobile. So a dear friend did what any caring friend would do—she cooked dinner for our family. We tried, we really did, but we simply couldn’t swallow any of the food […]

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Advent: Making His Blessings Flow

How suitable for our understanding that the Bread of Life should be born in the House of Bread (Bethlehem). How stunning that the Treasure of infinite value should be dressed in the earthen vessel of humanity and wrapped in swaddling clothes, laid in a feeding trough. “I am the living bread that came down from […]

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Harvest Home (and some Thanksgiving Place Cards)

The wind is whirling through a stolid old oak tree outside my window, capturing leaves with its invisible fingers and twirling them like little ballerinas.  I love November with its vivd colors and chilly breezes and frosty nights, all playing their parts in the prelude to winter. November also reminds me of those brave souls […]

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A Thanksgiving “Advent”

“Praise befits the upright,” says the psalmist (Psalm 33:1). I’ve been thinking about this simple little sentence all week, how our beauty is found in our praise and gratitude to God. Spurgeon put it this way: “What wings are to a bird, what fruit is to the tree, what the rose is to the thorn, […]

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From Bookcrossing to Book Journaling

“It is what you read when you don’t have to that determines what you will be when you can’t help it.” I think this is the second time I’ve quoted Oscar Wilde, so maybe I should clarify here that I’m not a fan. But you know the saying about a broken clock. Actually, Wilde’s words […]

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500 Years Later: For Whom the Bell Tolls

There’s always great sadness when a friend dies, but especially when their death is viewed as an injustice. Plato recorded these final words of Socrates as his condemned friend prepared to drink the hemlock. All of the wisdom of this world is but a tiny raft upon which we must set sail when we leave […]

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Now and Then

It’s the same routine every October—the phone calls, the procrastination, the dithering. Then my better self shows up and submits to the long wait in a cramped closet space called a “Lab Waiting Room,” the assault of germs from other better selfs who expel coughs and sneezes in my direction, and the final insult, a […]

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Light Painting

There’s an interesting technique in night photography called light painting. You secure your camera on a tripod, set the aperture at about f11, and then set the speed for 10-20 seconds. Since vehicles are always on the move, city streets provide the perfect venue. Movement is the key to light painting. Whatever moves disappears from […]

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Lend Me Your Ear

In the dark tragedy Othello, an ensign named Iago—one of Shakespeare’s worst villains— hatches a plot against his commander Othello, who Iago believes has overlooked his skill and promoted a man less worthy. Sadly, Othello listens to Iago’s innuendos and deceptions regarding his (Othello’s) new young wife, Desdemona, allowing them to play on his mind […]

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