One of the campfire songs my family of origin often shared during my formative years was Woodie Guthrie’s “This Land is Your Land, This Land is My Land”. We sang that tune all across the USA as we traveled with our parents each summer on a two or three week trek, leaving our Indiana home right after the completion of the 4-H fair and returning in time to start school. I’ve thought of that song the past couple of weeks as I took a trip to the West coast with my own family and once again enjoyed the beauty of our home land. In fact some of the lyrics coincided with our travels “from California” and the “Redwood Forest”.
Guthrie’s song wraps up with the phrase “this land was made for you and me”. Continue reading
There is a phrase that appears twice in Acts 2:46&47: “day by day”. The first time it says, “Day by day, as they spent much time together in the temple, they broke bread at home and ate their food with glad and generous hearts, praising God and having the goodwill of all the people. That is followed up in the next sentence with: “And day by day the Lord added to their number those who were being saved.”
This is a picture of life in the early church. It gives us some insight into what the disciples of Jesus did in the days after Pentecost. It’s always been an inviting picture to me, as the church sort of found its way together and enjoyed the blessings of God’s work in their midst. It’s the text I’ve invited our congregation to pray through this week as we continue a prayer focus related to a revitalization initiative we are sharing.
I’ve never been very good at living “day by day”, have you? Continue reading
It’s mulberry season! What? That doesn’t cause your taste buds to salivate? Mine either.
While on a bike ride around town I could not help but notice how many mulberry trees are currently dropping their fruit all over the pavement, sidewalks, People trail, and any other ground cover that’s within reach. The tell tale signs of purple stains are a sure give away that this year’s crop is once again abundant. And the birds are happy about that.
I grew up with a mulberry tree growing in the fence row which just happened to border our back yard basketball court. This pesky tree and I had a love-hate relationship. Actually the tree probably could’ve cared less how I felt about it. But it did illicit some strong emotions from me. Continue reading
This time of year always reminds me of my childhood, growing up in central Indiana. Childhood can be a grand experience – perhaps only fully appreciated in hind sight. My own childhood was safe, happy and filled with things that I enjoyed.
As the youngest of five children in my family of origin, and living in a rural setting, I was often my own best play mate. I utilized my imagination to fully engage in daily basketball games on the court in the backyard. I played all the players – tossing the ball to myself from myself – giving myself names of South Putnam High School or Purdue University players I admired, and narrating the radio call of the game in my head – or out loud.
And you know what? I never lost a game! Continue reading
“The wind blows wherever it pleases. You hear its sound,
but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going.
So it is with everyone born of the Spirit”. – Jesus (John 3:8 NIV)
In the world of cycling, even for an amateur like myself, you soon learn that the wind is both your friend and foe – maybe even on the same ride. Spring rides have a way of reminding you of this truth. On a recent ride, going east to west, I looked down to see the speedometer hit 30 mph (with the aid of both a tail wind and downhill path), but coming back (west to east) I had a hard time mustering 10 to 12 mph against the head wind and that same hill. On that particular ride the wind was my friend and my foe.
I’ve also learned that wind is rather fickle. It can come at you from all directions. Continue reading