Wake Up I remember the earthquake vividly. Ceiling tiles cascaded; walls crumbled. As I tried to run, the floor rolled violently up and down, then gave way. I felt myself falling, falling.With a deep shuddering breath, I opened my eyes to darkness. My hea... Read more
Revival “If in faith you seek for a greater measure of God's Spirit, you will be constantly taking it in and breathing it out. Daily you will receive a fresh supply.” (Ellen White, The Upward Look, p. 143.)The crisis came suddenly. One minute the strong y... Read more
Imitation "When people are free to do as they please, they usually imitate each other." — Eric HofferDuring Friday evenings in my childhood home, an old Electro-Voice reel-to-reel tape recorder filled our living room with strains of the Kings Heralds, Del D... Read more
The Rude Remnant She didn't know me that Friday afternoon. I was just a college kid, stocking the shelves, doing my job. But I was the first one she lined up in her crosshairs, so I got it with both barrels.Perhaps she was overly rushed, trying to squeeze in some ... Read more
Losing Our Marbles The old church was a monument to hardwood — the chairs, the floor, all polished to a mirror finish that amplified every squeak, footstep and whisper. It was an unlikely place in which to conduct academy chapel services. But every week, I joined 30... Read more
Following the Crowd Getting the mail can be one of life's best and worst experiences. It's sort of like reaching into a dark underwater hole — you might lay your hands on an exquisite shell ... or a moray eel with a migraine.So it was one day, as I sifted through the... Read more
Press Together When the flood reached the old structure, something wonderful happened.In our small community, not everyone had agreed with the mission of the organization that used the dilapidated warehouse. In fact, sharp things had been spoken — cutting, nasty... Read more
Oil in Our Lamps When just a lad, I was perplexed by phrases I often heard sung in church meetings, such as, "Make me a fisher of men, keep me sinking." At least that's how it sounded to my young ears. And: "Give me oil in my lamp, keep me burning." The song seeme... Read more
A Road Less Traveled "Two roads diverged in a yellow wood ... And I — I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference."— Robert FrostFaced with two options leading into the uncertain territory of our senior year in high school, I and a few free s... Read more
