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).

Home Is Where the Heart Abides

I love my home and life in Conshohocken, just fifteen minutes removed from Center City Philadelphia.  I have been here for over 24 years.  I joke with my congregation that I will, if ever called elsewhere, make the place and people famous by way of sermon fodder.

They laugh knowingly, because I have drawn upon my first 27 years of existence in Boston, a locale that I have dearly loved.  I always considered that God had richly blessed me in a myriad of ways in what has been affectionately called the “hub of the universe.”

Nurturing Nests

The hand that rocks the cradle shapes the nation is an old adage that is strikingly true.  Those who provide our nurture are preparing for the future, whether of a home or of a community or of a nation.  Our fragile natures require a proper nurture and a safe nest.    

Radio-host Dennis Prager recently listed the half-time shows of every Super Bowl since its inception in 1967.  Almost every one of them entailed a collegiate marching band well into the late-1980s … But then everything changed.

Les Miserables

Les Miserables    

You simply must see the film-version of the musical sensation, Les Miserables.  It is a magnificent rendering of a magnificent musical that is based upon a magnificent novel by 19th Century French writer Victor Hugo.  The film does Hugo proud.    

I have watched and enjoyed the 1935 Hollywood production, featuring Frederic March and Charles Laughton.  I am conversant, too with the 1952 film version starring Michael Rennie and Robert Newton, as well as the 1992 production with Liam Neeson.

[There were also two other film versions:  A French production in 1960 and a 1978 television movie made by CBS, but I can’t comment, not having seen them; they were, no doubt, faithful and responsible adaptations].    
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