Finding Our Way (4)

Finding Our Way (4)

VIEW VIDEO  What an eventful week it was last week, the annual motorcycle trip of the Quaker Oatlaws Motorcycle Club, followed by the 165th annual sessions of Western Yearly Meeting, which I have attended 46 years in a row. Both went smoothly, though not as I had...
The Missing Fruits (Positive Anticipation)

The Missing Fruits (Positive Anticipation)

I met Joan in the summer of 1982, when she was working as an intern at Public Service Indiana, and living catty-corner from me. Not realizing she was destined to marry me, she was dating someone else, an oversight we corrected just in time for me to be invited to her...
The Missing Fruits (Positive Anticipation)

Fruits of the Spirit (10) (Galatians 5:22)

Joan and I had a fascinating week. We traveled to Santa Fe, New Mexico to attend a conference with Baptists from Lubbock, Texas, an ecumenical experience that caused me to reconsider everything I’d ever thought about Baptists from Texas. We stayed an additional three...
The Missing Fruits (Positive Anticipation)

Fruits of the Spirit (9) (Galatians 5:22)

I was driving down US 36 the other morning on my way to breakfast with the Quaker Men, and fell in behind a pick-up truck. It had a sticker on the back window that I couldn’t quite make out, one of those silhouette stickers, so I sped up a little to see what it was,...
The Missing Fruits (Positive Anticipation)

Fruits of the Spirit (8) (Galatians 5:22)

When I graduated from high school and began working at Public Service Indiana, I vowed I would never miss a day’s work. Fortunately, I didn’t tell anyone, because three months later I fell down a flight of stairs, cracked my tailbone, hit my head, and had to take a...