Christian Devotionals and Scripture Applied to Everyday Life

This weekend Dad started digging up potatoes. The cool September weather was perfect to begin uncovering this buried treasure. You carefully penetrate the earth at the base of the hill with your fork, turn over the soil, and examine what you find.  The dirt falls through the fork tines leaving an abundance of tubers.

Why don't you just admit it? Deep down everyone has a desire to do something great - to be really good at something, to leave behind a legacy, to be recognized for something worthwhile. If you are honest you are no different than I am. No matter how hard you try to stuff it, down deep that aspiration is there. 

The large crowd travelled up the dusty road to Bethany. They had heard that big doings had been going on there. Word travels fast, especially when it involved the great miracle worker who had stirred up such controversy. After allegedly raising a dead man from the grave, he had disappeared, melting away with his disciples into the wilderness.

Early in the morning I tiptoed down the stairs to spend some time alone with the Lord. As I entered the kitchen I was met by a spectacular sight. The morning sun was just starting to wake up and through the window I saw her. She was dressed all in pink and had begun to illuminate the dusky sky. With raised arms she spread her joy over the horizon and I took a deep breath at her beauty.

On many summer evenings I end the day with a brisk walk down our country road. This particular evening I started down the road at a fast clip, winding my way along the path created by the tall corn that surrounded me on all sides. There wasn't much to look at as the uniform rows of this staple crop blocked a lot of my vision. All of a sudden I noticed an interesting sight. While most of the corn was the same height, having been planted at the same time, there was one hearty stalk that stuck out from all the rest. It was at least a foot taller than the other average stalks. 

Last weekend Dad and I happened to be home alone. All you kids were gone with friends and so we did something we don't normally do. We watched a PBS documentary on the passenger pigeon. My initial thought was how were the producers going to fill a whole hour with information about pigeons. But as the commentary went on I became more and more interested.