I write this on the porch of my grandmother’s cabin in the woods. Grandma moved onto 
heaven when I was an infant, but she left me this wonderful gift of a summer refuge in the Adirondack Mountains. As I write, I look down a birch-lined road to a sparkling lake. Tranquility rules.
But not all the time…….one morning we awoke to howling wind and havoc. Continue reading
Small groups can change the world. A small group met in Philadelphia 236 years ago. The outcome? On July 4,1776, delegates from thirteen colonies pledged their lives, their fortunes and their sacred honor to the creation of the United States of America. The world changed.
Jesus invested more than two years in a small group of twelve men. On the night before he died, the group was down to eleven. Before dawn it was only two. Then only John remained. But two days later when the men regrouped to hide and grieve, Jesus appeared to them alive. Seven weeks later they rocked Jerusalem with this good news. The world changed.
How was it that these small groups of men, apparently powerless against great empires – Great Britain and Rome – changed the world? Continue reading
We received long-awaited good news in our family last week: Josh, my youngest son, was hired by the City of Paterson as a Firefighter/EMT. Josh worked hard and long to attain this position. I am thrilled and extremely proud of him.
But when I share this good news, not everyone’s equally delighted. Many of my friends get a concerned look and ask, “Does that scare you? Do you mind that he chose such a dangerous profession?” Well, to be honest, at one time I was scared…… Continue reading