meditations-meanderings

A Metaphor for the Ages

Winter has been back-and-forth, with one day sunny and balmy and the next cold and brusque.  And, just when spring appears to have won – Voila! – A winter storm strikes.

It has been a natural metaphor for the reality of Life, and Death – and Life.

 

St. Patrick Was a Welshman Who Ministered to the Irish!

March 17 is St. Patrick’s Day!  Festivities and mirth abound, awash amidst parades and parties and all-things green. 

Nothing Less Than Love; Ever!

“I love ice cream!”  No; you don’t.  You like ice cream.  You may desire it with an

New Life to An Old World

It is a new world order.  A new President is arriving in Washington, one few expected even a year ago.  It will be riveting to see how things play out over the next four years.

Christmas Celebrations

Time does fly; does it not?  To where has the year gone?  I have no doubt that, at least for us adults, it has absolutely flown by us!

 

Autumnal Anticipation

We have enjoyed or endured the hottest summer on record.  We are currently ensconced in a drought.  We now bear witness to

Summer Sanitorium

A missionary friend who has served for many years in Thailand

Be Still and Know!

The Psalms are masterpieces of psychology and theology.  They are honest, earnest and trustworthy expressions of life lived in positive response to God, to both the reality of

Summer Sweet

  The onset of August spells a couple of very sweet summer offerings:  The crickets begin to sing in morning and in evening, and (at least in my backyard) the blossoming of orange berries on a bush of lovely vintage.  Minor players these may be; nevertheless, but sweet touches to be appreciated, like secondary, “character” actors in the old films and on the British stage and television. 

(August can also be characterized by the old adage of the “dog days,” but I would rather not go there, as the very thought of it makes me profusely sweat!)

Summer’s End

Summer’s End

The arrival of autumn spells refreshment for the likes of me, for whom the “dog-days” of the entire summer, let alone merely of August, are simply untenable to my fragile existence.  I welcome the refreshingly more temperate, even at times chilly, temperatures, the vibrant colors, the coziness of shortened days and the scent of forthcoming holidays.

Autumnal refreshment is rivaled only by the spiritual refreshment of God.  It is unequalled by any human or natural parallel.

Christians are a refreshed people:  Repent and turn back so that your sins may be wiped out, so that times of refreshing may come from the presence of the Lord (Acts 3:19, 20).
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