Re-reading my father’s book
August B. Hollingshead, center; Raymond S. Duff, right My birth family gathered at the dinner table every night, Daddy at the head across from Mother and we three girls between. Sometimes our father spoke about his work—without divulging confidential information,...
What lingers
We woke to a wintery skiff this morning. It was 5:15 when Heathcliff needed to go outside and relieve himself. Better than his 3 am wakeups, but that’s the season he’s in as an old dog with sugared muzzle like the snow-dusted mountains here at Vanaprastha....
Be Thou My Vision
After playing along with the opening hymn, I made my way back to Keith, sitting in the sanctuary at Bethany Lutheran Church. Yesterday's Gospel reading was Mark 1:1-13. In this scripture passage, three things happened to Jesus: 1. At that time Jesus came from...
Devotion, my word for 2021
The Sunday, December 27th Gospel reading was Luke 2:22-40, the story of Joseph and Mary taking baby Jesus to Jerusalem to present him to the Lord, according to the law. Keith and I watched the service from home, erring on the side of caution. Our noses were a...
Merry Christmas
Here’s the link to last week’s Christmas Eve service—which I wrote about here—recorded on Monday evening, December 7th at Bethany Lutheran Church and livestreamed at noon on Christmas Eve: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aYKPByWbLGA A...
Peace on the Winter Solstice
Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid. John 14:27 NIV We heard the tick-tick-tick of sleet pecking the dining room greenhouse windows...