The slow turning of a ceiling fan. Thin alabaster window shades sway in the breeze of an idle summer’s day. Beyond its gentle sway, I can see our garden blossoming like never before. And beyond that, a vast sea of sprouting corn that extends for miles in many...

Twenty years ago, I met a veteran in Colorado Springs, right after my discharge from the service. Regrettably, I don’t remember his name. He came down out of the Rocky Mountains one day each week to work at the engineering laboratory where I was employed as a new...

“For many are called, but few are chosen.” Matthew 22:14 I think I was standing in a desert, facing a blazing hot sun that seemed larger than normal. But I remember my thirst most of all. As I stood there amid the scattered brush, a dove flew out of the sun...