Musings

By Kirk McCarley Prior to becoming self-employed as a Manufacturer’s Representative, my dad was in sales for a hose company.  Not the kind to be worn on one’s lower extremities, but rather hoses used for industrial purposes. His was a five-state territory and traveled frequently.  A company car was one of...

By Victoria Ostrosky There’s an interesting line from my favorite show, The Chosen. Nicodemus and his wife, Zohara, were discussing the biblical story of Hagar, when she was abandoned in the desert and on the verge of death. She cried out to God, who saw her tears and helped her....

By Pastor David Holland One day Jesus was praying in a certain place. When he finished, one of his disciples said to him, “Lord, teach us to pray, just as John taught his disciples.” He said to them, “When you pray, say: ’Father, hallowed be Your name, Your kingdom come....

By Sean Dietrich I had a dream about him last night. It has been nearly three decades since he died, but there he was. Alive. We met in some kind of diner. A breakfast joint. Maybe this was heaven? He was running late, I was already sitting in a booth, sipping coffee....

By Sean Dietrich I am an imaginary old man. I am every World War II veteran you never knew. I am each faceless GI from the bygone European War. Or any other war for that matter. I am in my 90s and 100s now. Lots of young folks probably don’t even...

By Victoria Ostrosky Being married is a good thing and being single is a good thing.  As the Apostle Paul said, whether you’re married or single is good.  Serving God and living for Him is the most important thing. For older adults, in Christian circles, being single can be a...

By Kirk McCarley As the parent of adult children, one of the disciplines I’ve tried to stick to has been refraining from giving advice.  Without doubt I’ve fallen short of that aspiration at times. I have shared with my son, daughter, and their respective spouses that one of the greatest gifts...

By David Holland, “As Jesus and his disciples were on their way, he came to a village where a woman named Martha opened her home to him. She had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord’s feet listening to what he said. But Martha was distracted by all...

By Rick Moore  We called her Sitti, which is the Arabic word for grandmother. She was four feet and eleven inches tall, but that was only when she was wearing high-heels. The driver’s seat of her car had two pillows in it for her to sit on. Even while sitting...

By Sean Dietrich It was our place. That’s what it was. I grew up in a little fishing village, nestled in the Florida Panhandle. This was long before the tattoo parlors, before the T-shirt shops, before Whole Foods and Bass Pro. Today our little town is not even a shadow...