It’s been another week of odd adventures in Colorado. Since Marci and I both tested positive for COVID at the beginning of the week, we’ve been more or less holed up in Nokomis Cabin, drawing down our food supplies, read … Continue reading
I woke up this morning with a mild sore throat. Which I dismissed as allergies. I decided to go for a run up Bible Point, and when I got to the top I had a weird coughing fit. Which I … Continue reading
I’ve been on ministry assignment for the Estes Park Leadership Training program four times in the last six years. And three out of those four summers have coincided with one of our kids being 14 years of age. Amazingly, 14 … Continue reading
My flight landed around 9:00 PM on Thursday night. It was raining in Cleveland, and the rain only intensified as I drove southeast towards Kent. Still, I managed to pull into our driveway just a little bit after 10:00 PM … Continue reading
I love the Western United States. It really does feel like the “Wild West” — even though it’s far more populated than it used to be. The mountains… the plains… the Cowboys-and-Indians culture… it’s hard to explain. But unless you’re … Continue reading
I’m back in Colorado! It just so happens to be the land of my birth. But it feels like home for many different reasons. My family has made many special memories here. God has spoken to me here. And on … Continue reading
Our family is spread out by nearly 7,000 miles right now. Marci, Olivia, and Cor are at home in Ohio. Elliot is on a ten-day trip to Israel. And I’m in Colorado for work. We’re all doing well — better … Continue reading
Jesse and Rylee got engaged back in March. I saw it posted on Rylee’s Instagram. So when I saw them at Wendy’s, I offered my congratulations. And my standard “Watermelon Wedding” proposal, which is partly social commentary and partly Dad … Continue reading
Marci and I are celebrating twenty-four years of marriage this month. So we decided to mark the occasion by traveling to Charleston, South Carolina, for a three-day, two-night getaway. Charleston is a lovely city, with a rich history, distinctive urban … Continue reading
I recently finished reading Wendell Berry’s novel, The Memory of Old Jack. It’s another installment in his series of fictional stories of fictional people of a fictional town called Port William, Kentucky. But I rarely encounter characters and places as real as … Continue reading