Category: The Pastor’s Piece

A few years ago, I’d say about 30 to be exact, there was a little white church out in the middle of nowhere in the country that was in trouble.

There is no mystery in day-to-day life quite as exhilarating as the ordinary mailbox. Every day the possibility of something new arrives when the mailman stops at the end of the driveway and drops off the mail.

School is back in session for the most part. Which makes me think of my own school days in the public school. I was smart enough to skip a grade right off the bat – kindergarten.

As I sit at my keyboard pounding out the words going into this column, we are in the middle of a heat wave. It’s hot outside. But here in my basement office, it’s cool. Almost too cool. But as you read this, the heat wave has passed and it’s actually very nice outside. 

I found the above bit of poetry hanging on the wall of a local business. No credit as to who the author is, but it’s an amazing statement. 

We have a kill-deer that built a nest right on the edge of our driveway, about a foot in from where the gravel meets the grass.

It seems time goes a little faster now than it used to. Back in my youth it seemed like once summer was upon us, it had no end. We would work and play for sunny days on end. I don’t ever remember keeping track of the days. Summer was endless. 

A guy spots a sign outside a house that reads, “Talking Dog for Sale.” Intrigued, he walks in.

“So, what have you done with your life?” he asks the dog.

“I’ve led a very full life,” says the dog. “I lived in the Alps rescuing avalanche victims. Then I served my country in Iraq. And now, I spend my days reading at a retirement home.”