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Corduroy Kid: January

31 Jan 20215 Feb 2021 Luke InglesLeave a comment

Jan 4 I'm on a walk at lunch time. There's no doubt the birds are down to the 'winter crew'. That is to say, the bare bows and branches are graced with Black Capped Chickadees, Tufted Titmice, Red-Bellied, Hairy and Downy Woodpeckers, Cardinals, White-Breasted Nuthatches, Blue Jays, Dark-Eyed Juncos, American Goldfinches, American Robins, Eastern Bluebirds,… Continue reading Corduroy Kid: January →

Christ Is the Way

5 Jan 20215 Jan 2021 Luke InglesLeave a comment

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 →

How God Works by Providences

25 Dec 202025 Dec 2020 Luke InglesLeave a comment

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 →

Never Ruined Again

12 Dec 202016 Dec 2020 Luke Ingles1 Comment

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...

Corduroy Kid: October

15 Nov 20209 Jan 2021 Luke InglesLeave a comment

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 →

Corduroy Kid: August

17 Sep 20205 Jan 2021 Luke InglesLeave a comment

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 →

Corduroy Kid: July

5 Aug 20205 Jan 2021 Luke InglesLeave a comment

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 →

Corduroy Kid: June

10 Jul 20205 Jan 2021 Luke InglesLeave a comment

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 →

Corduroy Kid: May

6 Jun 20205 Jan 2021 Luke InglesLeave a comment

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 →

Our Single Hope

31 Dec 20195 Jan 2020 Luke InglesLeave a comment

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 →

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