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
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
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
“The Great Commission” sounds great, doesn’t it? It feels exciting and meaningful. To “go and make disciples,” to start new churches from scratch, to change the world. One soul at a time, one city at a time. And I really … Continue reading
It’s the two-year anniversary of the week when COVID came to Ohio and everything shut down. Saint Patrick’s Day celebrations are strangely triggering — reminiscent of that crazy week when I first started learning judge the ”irresponsibility” of those who … Continue reading
I’ve now lived in Kent longer than I’ve lived in any other place. On the one hand, that sounds crazy to me. On the other hand, I look at the family portrait from our first fall in Kent (see above), … Continue reading
We’ve gotten almost four feet of snow in the last three weeks. About eighteen inches over the Martin Luther King Jr. holiday weekend. About ten inches over two days the following week (while I happened to be in California!). And … Continue reading