God Is Not Done Here

He was just 7 when we arrived at Peninsula in 1994. Over halfway to 8, I suppose. But today he turns 35. I think that qualifies him as old (say that at your own risk). But, without a doubt it makes his dad (me) officially old. Yikes. I think I’ve said it often, but it...

On the Winning Side

From the Archives: January 17, 2010 Jesus was in the news again this month. A few weeks ago, Sunday Fox News commentator Brit Hume was asked his opinion about golf star Tiger Woods, whose marriage is on the ropes because of multiple reports of adulterous affairs....

Life Is to be Lived

From the Archives: October 24, 1999 October 17. The morning was just about over, the last of the Sunday crowd was beginning to filter out onto the patio. I was wandering through the lobby, and someone wanted to talk, so I paused. Her eyes were a bit misty, but it...

The Little Station

On a dangerous seacoast where shipwrecks occurred there was a crude little life-saving station. The building was just a hut, with only one boat, but the few members kept a constant watch over the sea.  With no thought for themselves, they went out day or night...

More to Love Thee

Last Sunday morning we sang “More Love to Thee,” written by Elizabeth Prentiss, because it blended perfectly with the theme of our text. Loss and sorrow often give birth to hymns, and that is true of that hymn we sang. A native of Maine, Elizabeth was described as a...

The Lazy Default

Shall I be a bit honest this morning? I entered the work week a bit discouraged. Depressed. It was not clear exactly why, but I was just down. There were a bunch of suspects to blame, but that is not important. What I knew to be true was this:  I had really enjoyed...