“Which way to the doldrums?” asked the outbound schooner. “There are many ways,” replied the lighthouse, the authority on all such navigational questions. “Many ways, such as Loss, Laziness, Exhaustion, Grief. There may be others. Why would you want to go there?” “I don’t,” said the schooner. “I want to know my way back.” “Ah, […]
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We got to her house late, knowing she would be gone anyway. She left us a message of where to find the key, though she had never met our family before. We unlocked the door in the dark and silence, stepping into her lovely home for the first time. We made our bumbling way to
She stood 4’ 8” tall, a giant. Early this morning she died humbly as she lived, a hero. I feel small and lost. Goodbye, tiny grandma. Psalm 103:13-17
For the beginning of the story, review preceding posts here (Dreams) and here (Deferral). ***** Hope deferred maketh the heart sick: but when the desire cometh, it is a tree of life (Prov 13:12). Fall arrived. And there came a clear point when one spell broke, and I knew I had turned the corner. Who can
The polls are open, the herds are flocking, the propagandists are yakking, the candidates are sweating, the fortune tellers are celebrating (or self-destructing). And in Meadville, Pennsylvania, the sheriff’s office takes a holiday. This is singularly unfortunate considering that Shari did not have the holiday in mind, and must contact this office for one missing
Hope deferred maketh the heart sick: but when the desire cometh, it is a tree of life (Prov 13:12). Confession: When I found this one, I fell hard. It was a big old home on Hunter Road, tall and square and weathered gray—huge beautiful windows and a wraparound, falling-down porch. Needs work. Sitting vacant. Ryan
November 4 is a golden day in Zook history—the day Jesus fulfilled our impossible dream. Once upon a time, our family lived on a little brick street in Meadville, Pennsylvania. It was a darling little street, daffodils in the spring, fresh grass all summer, salmon and flame leaves in the fall, deep cold drifts through
Over the weekend I finished reading [amazon_link id=”1434767957″ target=”_blank” container=”” container_class=”” ]Forgotten God: reversing our tragic neglect of the Holy Spirit[/amazon_link] by Francis Chan and just have to say how much I enjoyed it. Both orthodox and radical, the book invites you on a journey into relationship with the Holy Spirit. I have never read
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She started life as Ms. Hyundai Elantra, teal in color, a very decent economy car. By the time she joined the Zooks, she had seen a few things in her day, had the nicks and squeaks to prove it. The odd untimely mishap has of course occurred since then. There was the time Ryan I mean