God and Guns

God and Guns

I remember when I was maybe six or seven years old and it came time for Christmas. My mom and dad must have come into a little extra money¸ because they asked us what we wanted for Christmas, which they had never done. We’d always just gotten what they could afford....
God and Guns

Labor Day

When Joan and I met in 1982, she attended Indiana State University in Terre Haute, and I was a lowly worker at Public Service Indiana. I had no marketable skills, except the gift of persuasion, which I used to convince Joan her life would be wretched without me. So we...
God and Guns

The Healing Power of Normalcy

I want to thank the meeting for its love to my family this past week—the visits, the letters, the phone calls, and all the delicious food after the funeral of my father. An interesting custom, the funeral dinner. In the gospel of John, in the 21st chapter, it tells...
The Missing Fruits (Curiosity)

The Missing Fruits (Curiosity)

Our granddaughter Madeline was spending the night one evening last month and she and I began talking about haircuts. She’s a very curious child, so there were lots of haircut questions. She’s decided she’s Rapunzel and never wants a haircut. She asked if I could play...
The Missing Fruits (Curiosity)

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...