Devotional Archives

  • Much Ado About Nothing

    November 5th, 1997

    The barge was full of oozing mud dredged from the harbor bottom. Yet the dredge operator kept piling on scoop after scoop of muck, which slithered down and splashed into the water again. Much effort was being expended to no avail. The dredge operator seemed not to be aware of ...

  • Life in the Seed

    November 4th, 1997

    I love to garden. Putting my hands in the soil is therapeutic for me. But when I and other gardeners plant seeds in the ground, we do not stand by them waiting and watching until the seeds have brought forth their fruit. We cannot see what the life in these ...

  • Speaking Up

    November 3rd, 1997

    One woman at work continually took things from my desk without asking and did not bring them back. The man on the other side of my desk kept loud music on. I was always angry at someone, but I never said anything about it. Then my pastor spoke on "speaking ...

  • On Moonless Nights

    November 2nd, 1997

    Fireflies are wonderful creatures. On dark nights, they hover in the branches of the big tree in our backyard. From a distance, the tree looks like a Christmas tree glittering in the dark of December. For many years, on dark nights the fireflies on that tree have served me as ...

  • Celebrating God's Saints

    November 1st, 1997

    Cemeteries seem sacred to me. Reading the headstones, I find myself wondering about those who have died. What struggles did they encounter? How did they seek God? Their stories and mine are unique and yet much the same. Each of us experiences joy and sorrow. What unites us is that ...

  • Returning from Exile

    October 31st, 1997

    The people of Israel, their families and their descendants, had been living in Babylon since King Nebuchadnezzar had taken their ancestors captive about 75 years earlier, around 576 B.C.E. Now a small handful of exiles was returning to a homeland that they had never known. They had heard about it ...

  • A Change of Heart

    October 30th, 1997

    My children had grown up and moved away, and I was enjoying being alone with my husband, traveling with him on business trips, enjoying his company. Then my father-in-law came to live with us after his wife died. When Dad, a semi-invalid, moved in I resented his presence, although he ...

  • Little by Little

    October 29th, 1997

    Last night as I attempted to scour the burned beans from the bottom of the pot, I tried to rub the entire surface in one motion. Frustrated, I was ready to throw the pot away. However, soaking it overnight seemed a better idea. Today, holding a new scouring pad in ...

  • Nurturing the Seed

    October 28th, 1997

    There is a moist, shady spot in my backyard where lilies of the valley grow in lush profusion. Their scent always evokes pleasant memories. When I was a child, my frequent choice of holiday gifts for my mother was an inexpensive bottle of perfume of the same scent. I still ...

  • In God's Presence

    October 27th, 1997

    Can God make known to us the path of life? Yes! I know that Jesus Christ is the only path to life. Can he fill us with joy? Yes! The psalmist declares it so. So what is the clincher? I have to attend to God's presence. That's the tough part. ...