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
Earlier this month I posted an article on chapter 2 of Proverbs. I aim to go in order from this point on. But that very effort, that 'from this point on' language leads me think that I might as well stop and tell you my current undertaking for Affectionately Dependent. I've always thought it would… Continue reading The Beginning of Knowledge (Proverbs 1)
In 1 Timothy 6:12 we are instructed (through Paul's instructing to Timothy) to fight the good fight of faith. There are some helpful cues in the context that can sufficiently aid in discerning the meaning of that––what exactly the good fight of faith is. Things like preaching and embracing the gospel of our Lord Jesus… Continue reading The Good Fight for Wisdom (Proverbs 2)
Reading our Bibles should be a lot more like nosing around a sunlit garden than being shut-up in a room with a book. Of course, that's exactly what we are––shut-up with a book––but we really shouldn't think of it like that. Imagine you've gone out the back door in the morning and the sun is… Continue reading Be Satisfied
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