I received a message recently from someone with whom I have connected and communicated infrequently over several decades and I did not remember ever meeting him. He did and he sent me a note which is in the next paragraph. It shows that you never know what impact you might have on someone by what
I wrote much of this post about 5 years ago and was reminded of it recently by one of my subscribers who remembered it. I forgot to ask what was it that caught the attention of the reader. Regardless, here it is with some editing, revising and updating. I have long been passionate about teaching
Perhaps smaller than goals, more immediate and conscious, we set out to be or do something intending for it to happen because we have engaged our thought into an action. We have heard “the road to hell is paved with good intentions.” It was first published in Henry G. Bohn’s A Hand-book of Proverbs in
The story starts early (1937) with my parents and their connection to a community of faith in the small town where I was born and spent the first 18 years of my life. The church was called The First Congregational Christian Church. I don’t know why it was called First since there wasn’t a second
My maternal grandfather was a descendant of the gatherers. He was a forager in the woods, especially in late Summer and early Fall for berries, nuts, mushrooms and paw paws. He also gathered many other things including “pieces of string too short to save.” He would put them in a shoe box with that written