“Hope” is the thing with feathers -That perches in the soul – And sings the tune without the words – And never stops – at all”

—Emily Dickinson

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  • People Meeting People

    We had two new outstanding members in Toastmaster’s. It made me think about networking and where we network. Both of them were able to present a pithy introducion of who they were, why they had come, and what they were… Continue reading

  • Confidence and Tentative Experimentation

    I am revising my book on confidence from insights in the book of Philippians to incorporate stories from my fictional town in the deep Sierra Nevada. One of the goals is to integrate propositional teaching into a narrative format, essentially,… Continue reading

  • Savings at Office Depot

    I just wanted to pass on this certificate that is good for Janauary to all my readers: I have used these coupons in the past and they really work. Besides helping you, they will assist in our work on and… Continue reading

  • Fund Raising Idea

    Of all the online fundraisers I have helped organizations set up, this is THE ONE that consistently sends out checks: It is a do-it-yourself process, but if you need help, give me a call or drop me an e-mail. It… Continue reading

  • It’s Still Christmas

    No tree is stronger than its roots. The heart of each of our pursuits Is truth, raw and unrefined, Longing for more, love inclined, Centered in the blessed incarnation, In the fertile soil of God's most gracious invitation Come to… Continue reading

  • Grand Children

    For the last month, we have been deeply engaged with helping to care for our grandsons. It is surprising to me how protective, sacrificial, and disoriented one can become when faced with overwhelming need from children who are so helpless,… Continue reading

  • Suddenly Christmas Again

    It is so predictable and yet, always a surprise, like waking up to the realization of new fallen snow in the mountains or the sunshine bursting forth in a moment of awakening to herald a new day. Always surprising is… Continue reading

  • The Gift Cluttered Parlor

    The piracy of our privacy Invades the darkness and redirects our thoughts To a manger gift Continue reading

  • Christmas Greetings

    Peering eyes barely opened, recognized his mother from a bed of straw. He squirmed, tentatively exploring his world, not knowing it would so soon reject him or that for it, he would lay down his life. Yet to discover what… Continue reading

  • Is not that I haven’t been reflecting …

    It’ s really that I am not reflecting – just neglecting. It’s like a reverse momentum, downward spiral. It is all about grace, but I also need structure and this one wiggled a bit and and the structure loosened and… Continue reading