I was getting ready to head to church Sunday morning when my phone rang.  It was Bob Lowery calling to say, “I thought you might want to know what’s going on this morning…”  I still was not prepared for what I found when I arrived.  My first thought was, “The Lord is exceedingly kind.”  Long story short, what could have been a major disaster was instead a minor inconvenience.  This happened at 8:3...  Read More

Sunday is Father’s Day.  That’s caused me to engage in a little reflection.  I’m so grateful for my dad.  I knew he loved me.  He never failed to provide for our family.  By provided I mean more than put food on our table, a roof over our head and clothes on our back.  He provided love and encouragement.  We, my brothers and I, never played a game but that dad was there in the stands or on the ben...  Read More

Have you seen the bumper sticker that says, “Just when I finally figured out the answers, they changed the questions?”  I can identify.  The older I get the more I’ve come to understand it is often more helpful to know the right questions rather than to have the answers.  In fact, Socrates was wise, not because he knew all the answers but because he knew how to ask the right questions!  I’m seeing...  Read More

Do you ever find yourself feeling defensive because of your faith?  Feel the need to “justify” the fact that you believe?  Do you ever feel “put on the spot” to defend God’s honor?  A few years ago Bill Maher said that all Christians are crazy and are unenlightened because of their faith.  He made those comments as a guest on MSNBC's Scarborough Country.  Maher said, “We are a nation that is unenl...  Read More

I took Landon to the baseball game Saturday.  As we sat there in the stands, with the sun shining, a gentle breeze, my mind went back to my childhood.  I pictured our neighborhood gang gathering behind Saint Catherine’s Church for another epic pick-up game.  We all had a favorite player, and we watched them carefully every Saturday on the game of the week (boy, that dates me!).  We had them down p...  Read More

Sunday is Mother’s Day.  That was always a special day around our house when I was a kid.  Dad would always go out in the yard to cut rose buds my brothers and me to wear to church on that Sunday.  Mom always got a fancy corsage and was treated like a queen on that day.   Why, we would even let her rest for a few minutes after dinner before she did the dishes, cleaned the kitchen, manage a load of...  Read More