Monthly Archives: November 2015

Attentive

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It wasn’t Bill’s fault. They decided and that was that. They deprived him any say – no decision-making leverage – no voicing an opinion. Not that it would have mattered. They were the farmers. Bill was the horse. To him it probably seemed unfair. Bill didn’t sign up to entertain adolescent boys, have their spurs gouge his ribs at will,…

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Thanksgiving remembered

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“Thanksgiving? Tomorrow?” Taken off guard I blurted out my discovery. The exclamation caught my wife’s attention. Really? Are you sure? Ann and I had arrived in East Africa in May. Six weeks later we welcomed our first child, Julie. This was the land we would call home. We were to help train leaders in a growing Kenyan church. I ventured…

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Angel Walk

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I walked my youngest daughter down the aisle last Saturday. Her waiting groom beamed, taking in her beautiful smile. I looked to her eyes again. Gorgeous. Memories stirred, some from distant places. . . Branch out, guys. She can’t be far. . . but Heathrow’s a big place! The airport lies 23 kilometers west of London.  Heathrow buzzes each day…

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Revived

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He’s a Norwegian man’s man. In his eighties now, Merland’s handshake transmits power – and tenderness, a rare combination.  Minnesotans boast, with good cause, their ten thousand lakes. Many choose fishing over the comfort of a fireplace from a hard week’s work.  For others, it’s simply that. A happy way to rest. Wintertime fishing demands stamina common to a working…

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