There's a good sermon in eating an ice cream drumstick while driving on country roads in search of sweet rocket wildflowers. Wild purple sweet rocket blooms here in Kansas along creek beds and tucked in the shade of trees. It spreads where it's happy and can blanket whole creek beds or cottage gardens. You can smell the deep . . .

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Anna Hosanna the little wren wakes up singing praises and goes to sleep singing praises. Anna moved into the ornamental birdhouse outside my bedroom window. She sings praises from her rooftop and from the fence below. Overlooking the cottage garden of iris and peony, she sings. In the rain, she sings.

She comes closer and . . .

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I want to talk about sweet Chip, my dog and my good friend. There's a scene in the movie A Christmas Story where the dad receives a big crate with a lamp in the shape of a lady's leg as a prize. The crate with the leg lamp is marked Fragile.

Chip was my prize for three Christmases. We drove to Las Vegas just a few . . .

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They couldn't bring him to Jesus because of the crowd, so they dug a hole through the roof above his head. Then they lowered the man on his mat, right down in front of Jesus. Mark 2:4

Imagine Jesus on a book tour. Scheduled to appear at your local library. I can imagine my nervous anticipation of what he . . .

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I know I've passed one of life's markers now that I want to visit cemeteries. I remember being baffled by my grandparents' desire to go to the cemetery on Memorial Day. It seemed so morbid and a distraction from good barbecue. Now I like to spend part of my lunch breaks and Saturday afternoons exploring them.

I . . .

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“Lord, if it’s you,” Peter replied, “tell me to come to you on the water.” “Come,” he said. Then Peter got down out of the boat, walked on the water and came toward Jesus. But when he saw the wind, he was afraid and, beginning to sink, cried out, “Lord, save me!” Immediately Jesus reached out his hand and caught him. “You of . . .

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