I was thinking this week of Mr. Hoban, an elderly neighbor of ours when I was growing up on Broadway Street, there in Danville. He was a veteran of two […]
Tag: personal
Do’s and Don’ts In a Time of Change (7)
Well, what a good Thanksgiving we had. It might be my favorite holiday. I like the constancy of Thanksgiving, the timelessness. Thanksgiving in 2024 feels like it felt when I […]
Things We Got Just Right (Innovation over Tradition)
My phone rang not long ago. It was a Quaker calling from out-of-state, whom I had met several years ago at a conference. He called because their Quaker meeting was […]
Things We Got Just Right (Community Confirmation)
I was down in southern Indiana a while back, riding motorcycles with my friend Dave, the newest member of the Quaker Oatlaws Motorcycle Club. We stopped for lunch in New […]
Things We got Just Right (Our Insistence on Equality)
I got the notice this week that my high school graduating class is planning our 45th year reunion, which I was looking forward to, but now am not, due to […]
What In the World Were We Thinking? (Our Belief in the End Times)
Well, that was some eclipse, wasn’t it? I hope you were able to enjoy it since we won’t have another one until 2153, 129 years from now. Thirty-five of us […]
Finding Our Way (6)
VIEW VIDEO One of the curious things about living in the town where you grew up is the flashbacks, past incidents recurring vividly in the mind. One of my best […]
Every Child in Every Picture
After my parents passed away, my brother David gathered all the family pictures together, divvied them up into five separate piles, based on the sibling featured in the photograph. My […]
Christianity 101: The End Times
VIEW VIDEO Well, I was in Dallas this past week to speak to a pastor’s conference and according to a sign I saw on the way from the airport to […]
Stuff I Want to Do Before I Croak: A Geezer’s Manifesto (11)
VIEW VIDEO Our granddaughter Madeline, who’s in the second grade, has a schoolmate who wears an Apple watch, which his parents use to track his whereabouts. When I was a […]