|Bloom in the Desert|
|Thursday, January 22, 2015|
Six degrees Fahrenheit. Walk a mile and a half in that kind of weather and you discover an alternate meaning to the expression, “chill out.” Though our day began in the windy city of Chicago, it ended in the warmth of Arizona.
Our friends, Charlie and Kathy, were kind enough to host our visit and drive us down to Tucson's Saguaro National Park. What a contrast to the snow and ice we'd left behind. Midwesterner that I am, [...]
|Thursday, January 15, 2015|
It was cancer, they said.
Didn't have long to live, they said.
So we began praying for George (not his real name) from my wife's side of the family. George, age 59, had lived his entire life apart from God. Some drinks. Some divorces. He was irreligious, irreverent and fully cognizant he was in his last weeks of life.
A family member suggested my wife send him a Christmas card. So she found one that presented the essenc[...]
|As a Wild Dog|
|Thursday, January 08, 2015|
If dogs make you nervous, make no plans to visit the country of Romania. For whatever reason, the nation is loaded with dogs—stray dogs. When you go for a walk, or get out of a car, or head to the store, you cannot escape them—scruffy, matted, but usually harmless.
In the capital city of Bucharest alone, there are an estimated 65,000 wild dogs—enough to fill Ford Field in Detroit or the Alamo dome in San Antonio (imagine the sound of their collective ba[...]