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True confession time—not only am I a bit of a Christmas junkie, but this post is revised from earlier, because the concept haunts me. Our displays seem so bright and cheery and sanitary, but the first Christmas differed, and the difference impacts our following. So, let’s think about that first one.
His parents were alone, far from home and family, and likely delivered their firstborn…
Read MoreMy two years in Taos transformed my life—giving me challenges and encouragement to enter the ministry, making lifelong deep friends. Something about the plains yielding to the mountains, the striking crystal-clear blue sky, the blend of three cultures, and soul thrilling outdoor options. I suspected John Denver had been reading my mail in his line, “He was born in the summer of his 27th year, coming home to a place he’d never been before.” I came, I saw, I loved it, I knew it.
But when Rich and I rode into Taos last summer…
Read MoreI know just enough science to trouble me, yet not enough to create a profession. My high school chem and physics captivated me, and I even taught junior high science for two years. My Sierra trips awoke an interest in geology and astrophysics, enough to purchase a graduate level text, “Annals of the Former World.” Frequent visits to a dictionary help me understand it. Guess getting philosophical and theological were destined at French Camp on…
Read MoreWe all know to read the directions before we start any project that requires assembly…or chemicals, but many think we can do it own our own. Unsettling when we see leftover parts. But perhaps we need to extend the truism of “read the directions,” to “stay fresh with directions.” We learned that the hard way.
If you have stainless steel, as in a sink, BBQ grill, or others, we recommend “Bartender’s Friend,” designed to work on stainless, aluminum, and porcelain. It’s served us…
Read MoreSerendipity: the marvelous surprise of discovering something pleasant and unplanned. Our bike trip to Taos last summer met that standard. Rich and I picked out a date in our busy summers that worked, made reservations ahead, only to discover on our arrival that Fiestas de Taos was in full swing. Fiestas bring a festive tone, fun, and a lot of crowds. Surprisingly, we got a fine rate at the classic Sagebrush Inn, with a nice room. Even better, their restaurant featured music every evening.
On Friday we rode 25 miles to Penasco, and on our return…
Read MoreThe more I learn about God, the farther from me he seems. Let me explain. Not particularly in our relationship, but in the huge gap between our natures. I read in biology about the tremendous complexity of the inner reaches of cells. I read in astronomy about the billions of trillions of stars, all needed for life on earth to exist. Then on last year’s trip to Sedona, I jumped on a backcountry jeep tour that took my level of God’s actions to an undreamed-of level. The guide could have been a geology prof, and he pointed out this cliff above. He got my attention by saying this was all underwater, even the top. Then he told us to look at…
Read MoreWe checked into our timeshare in Sedona last July, got settled in, then headed to happy hour at our favorite place, Enchantment Resort, with an awesome view of a red stratified sandstone cliff. In the cool freshness of the next morning, I got up well before Sheila and carried my coffee and a cinnamon raisin bagel to our patio, sitting back and checking out our surroundings, only to see these two trees who had invaded each other’s space. Maybe twenty feet away and one third enmeshed in one another. A juniper on the left, likely a camphor on the right. Two different species, yet connected. They had grown into one another’s space and…
Read MoreBack in 2022, Jerry and I audaciously attempted an 8,500 mile East Coast ride, to finish all 48 states on a bike for him, and my last 3 for 50. It fell apart in Connecticut, but we decided to try again in May 2023. That blew up on the first day, but Jerry suggested day rides from his place in Oregon, which included a longer multi-day trip: backroads to Estacada and catch 224 that paralleled the Clackamas River, then take 46 to Detroit, then we’d figure it out…
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