Devotional Archives

  • Love Is Possible

    September 26th, 1997

    My early years were singularly blessed by my relationship with my grandmother, Nana. An immigrant from Sweden at 16, she married and had three children. Then her husband left her. In those days there were no welfare programs, but Nana used her skill in household chores. She scrubbed, washed, and ...

  • Opening the Basement

    September 25th, 1997

    Aunt Caroline is always interested in what is going on around her. During one of her visits when my children were small, she opened the door to our "junk room," and asked, "What are you doing here?" Next she suggested we go for a walk. While we were walking, she ...

  • Paid in Full

    September 24th, 1997

    As I opened a letter from our travel agent, my eyes caught three words stamped on it in red: "Paid in Full." Good, I thought. We have paid for our holiday. Now we can enjoy it. Then I thought of another debt that has been paid, the debt we owe ...

  • The Invitation

    September 23rd, 1997

    Grandma's pink face against the snow-white sheets reminded me of a beautiful rose. "Grandma," I whispered. "Mom says we're about to eat. Are you hungry?" Staring into space, she gave no response. I spoke a little louder. "Grandma, it's dinnertime. Grandpa's here and wants you to come to the table. ...

  • New Burdens or New Life?

    September 22nd, 1997

    A Native American maxim says that we ought not to criticize others until we have walked for seven days in their moccasins. Nevertheless, sometimes we are inclined to judge and condemn others. We profess not to understand why it is that those with problems cannot "get themselves straightened out," especially ...

  • Never Too Old to Serve

    September 21st, 1997

    When I was asked to chair the scholarship committee for my church's Central Conference, I refused. I had chaired a number of commissions and finance committees when I was younger, but I was over 75 years old. I felt a younger person could do a better job. The amount needed ...

  • "For Me?"

    September 20th, 1997

    I was in Russia distributing New Testaments to people on the street. My Russian interpreter had gone to replenish our supply, and during his absence an old man approached me. I saw hopelessness and dejection in his face as he slowly walked toward me. Although I could not speak Russian, ...

  • Do You Not Care?

    September 19th, 1997

    The phone rang in the darkness of the night and woke me from a deep, much needed sleep. When I picked up the receiver, I heard the voice of a friend saying, "I don't think I can make it through this divorce. Can you help me?" Exhausted from struggling through ...

  • Reminders of God

    September 18th, 1997

    As I was sitting outside in my backyard reading my Bible, a seagull landed on the garden table and picked up the bread crumbs I had put there. The seagull perched only one yard away from me, watching me as it ate. Then I noticed a peculiar thing. The bird's ...

  • An Overflow of Love

    September 17th, 1997

    "I'm not going to play games with you anymore," I angrily shouted at my three-year-old daughter, at the end of a difficult day. I meant that I was not going to continue to tolerate her non-cooperative behavior. My child stopped. Her face twisted and she burst into tears. "Mommy is ...