A few weeks ago I was reminded of the marvelous truth totally central and indivisible to christianity. In John's gospel the apostle writes the stark and beautiful words 'Christ is the way' (John 14:6). I was reading a sermon of Robert Murray M'Cheyne's on the passage and was struck afresh by the wonder and the… Continue reading Christ Is the Way
Recently I've been taking Memoir and Remains of Robert Murray M'Cheyne by Andrew A. Bonar down from my bookshelf. I've been sipping tea and turning pages for several weeks and can whole-heartedly say it is a book that has changed and blessed me. To be sure, the only reason it's been a blessing and a… Continue reading How God Works by Providences
In "The Glory of Christ" John Owen wrote of a wonderful truth made possible by Christ's atoning work. He said, "The glory of Christ is also seen in the stability and security that is given to the whole new creation...
October 29 It's been a day for birdwatching bar-none. In the morning I caught a glimpse of a Belted Kingfisher through twigs and faded leaves along the riverbank. I haven't seen many kingfishers in my days but the handful I have observed have never been more than twenty feet from a stream. The 'belted' name… Continue reading Corduroy Kid: October
August 8 I've recently adopted a new Saturday morning tradition. I've been making french toast from my whole wheat sourdough to enjoy with family-gathered Michigan maple syrup and strawberries. A bite of the before-mentioned and a sip of 'half-caf' pour-over coffee hits the spot every time. Typically some quiet reading is to follow. I've recently… Continue reading Corduroy Kid: August
July3 I’ve been glassing branches for birds for nearly an hour. I’ve been seeing and hearing Blue Jays, Robins, Cardinals, Gray Catbirds, Chickadees and even a Ruby Throated Hummingbird but haven’t got what I’ve really come for. At first I didn’t hear the shrill, flute-like song cascading through the leaves and limbs. Yet, as evening… Continue reading Corduroy Kid: July
June1 On my commute home I notice a dead hawk lying on the road’s edge. Probably hit by a car while swooping for his prey, it’s a pitiful end to magnificent life. I coast to the nearest driveway, reverse back out, and pull over for a closer look. It’s likely a juvenile Red Tailed Hawk. Their… Continue reading Corduroy Kid: June
End of April On a crisp night I’ve driven out of town and turned off on a gravel road. I put the headlights out and idle in neutral while off to the west a gallery of stars howls. Orion, the hunter, is glowing as he aims his bow and arrow––I suppose killing my lights was… Continue reading Corduroy Kid: May
Sometimes I'll take time to leaf through my old journals. When I take them down from the bookshelf by my bed I always end up finding something meaningful between the lines. It might be a humorous memory scribbled across the page, a sorrowful circumstance inked into the paper or what I had been learning and studying… Continue reading Our Single Hope
A personal testimony to proverbs 3:5-12: I was swimming, of all things, when I thought of it. If you know me, that might make you laugh just a little bit––because I'm not much of a pool or lake or ocean or anything else 'water' person. I admit, though, sometimes nothing feels better or sounds nicer… Continue reading Don’t Despise the Reproof
