When life hands you a bunch of lemons, make lemonade!” So goes the old adage. In the last several installments of the Pastor’s Page (if you missed them, begin here), I shared the experience of our (my sister and I) foiled attempt to hike Vermont’s Long Trail—that 273-mile journey up…
In the spring and summer of 1984, I was in a pretty low place in many ways. The previous April took me in the opposite direction. The small church in western Illinois (I referred to in last week’s article) had called me to be their pastor, and I dove in…
Maybe I’m getting old, but the more I’ve thought about it, the more it strikes me that life’s simple pleasures really are the best. If you’re over age 55, perhaps you remember this one: I’m not so sure I’d rank a helping of pork and beans as one of life’s…
Camping had become a vacation of choice when I was a child of 7 or 8. Our family’s first camping excursion is a blur, having faded in my memory and beyond reach. It’s the second or third attempt that stands out—because it didn’t happen. In the summer of ’67, plans…
Aren’t you thankful you’re not a turkey living (for the moment!) on a turkey farm? Fortunately for them, I suppose, they’re clueless of their fate. Ever played the imagination game “What If…?” Ask yourself a series of questions and imagine the answers. Questions like: • “What if I were born…
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