Wishing and Waiting
One week ago last night Miguel Cabrera hit career home run number 499 and the waiting began. As the Tigers came home to play the Indians and then the Angels, Comerica Park filled with fans who were wishing they could see number 500 in person. However,…
On the Road Again
I have often said that if I could simply spend all my days visiting with people and drop the rest of my responsibilities as pastor, I would be just as content as I am today. Not being able to visit people was probably the most difficult part of the…
Friday Frivolity
That morning I wrote my Thursday’s Thirst. In the afternoon I visited a beautiful, assisted living facility close to Lakeside Mall. As I walked from my car to the entrance, I saw that they were all set to complete repairs on the sidewalks and…
That’s Life
Frank Sinatra has been dead for over 23 years, so many of you many may not even remember him, but way back in 1966 (I was just 13) he released a song entitled “That’s Life” (More recently, Michael Bublé recorded it in 2007). The opening lyrics have been…
Getting Closer
two games, but they ended up winning the 3-game series against the Twins in a most exciting way. And even the game they lost was fun to watch!
Sad Story …
I just finished reading Bill O’Reilly’s “Killing Crazy Horse: the merciless Indian wars in America.” It tells the story of the conflict between the settlers in the USA and the native Americans. And the story is very sad – painful – on both sides of…
Life Goes On
Sometimes, while on vacation, it feels as though life has stopped – like we are frozen in time – and that nothing will have changed when we return. Last night we returned from two weeks of relaxation and rejuvenation. However, throughout the entire two…
90 Degrees and Sunny
We were walking back to the cottage from checking out the lake. As we passed by some neighbors we called out, “It is a beautiful day.” He responded, “How hot is it?” We called back, “They don’t come much better than this. It is 90 degrees and sunny.”…
Casting a Few Lines
I am not much of a fisherman … in fact I am no fisherman at all. The last time I cast a line into a body of water is likely well over 30 years ago, and that was done simply because of our young sons’ initiative. My picture of “casting”, while I know it…
Back in the Swing
On the farm growing up we had a large swing set. As best as I can recall – after all, it was many years ago – it had two swings and was made of either telephone posts or barn rafters. I remember swinging with my two cousins who lived next door, and my…