Bible at Home

Shake up your faith, bring the eyes of your hearts to bear, not your human eyes. You have other ones inside, after all, which God made for you. He opened the eyes of your hearts, when He gave you faith. (St Augustine, sermon 286) One of St. Augustine’s challenges was to address his congregation on…

My grandmother could remember that as a very young child she had gone with her mother to the post office where she saw some old men setting on benches talking together. They were amputees from the Civil War, and they were talking about having seen Abraham Lincoln in their youth. My grandmother knew people who…

Picking Pears Before fire blight killed the pear tree in our front yard, the tree bore abundant, juicy pears for many years. Across the street from us was a family with three children: Lindy, the oldest, was about seven years old when they moved in, with Geoffrey five, and Michelle only three. One day when…

Invisible as it is, nevertheless, love is still the engine of the Christian life. Love is often glazed over, or sugar coated by more currant and interesting concepts, and pushed to the back of our minds and experience, but high and low, deep and shallow, love remains the engine of human existence. “This world was…

In sewing a button onto a garment I find that if I use too long a thread, I will inevitably end up with knots in it, which spoils the whole project, and forces me to start over. I believe that we all have knots in our souls that frustrate our hope of drawing close to…

About five weeks ago I walked across the street to our neighbor’s house and asked her if she would be willing to teach me to play the violin, enough so that I could play Christmas carols by next December. I had once taken lessons and been able to play, but in the many years since,…

“The world will never starve for want of wonders; but only for the want of wonder.” GK Chesterton, 1920 Palm Sunday was a wonder that is celebrated more than two thousand years after it took place. Little did the people at the first Palm Sunday imagine that their efforts to honor the man on the…

Whenever I read the story of the child Samuel in the first book of his name, I experience the phenomenon of tears running down my cheeks at the scene at night of the young boy running to Eli to say, “Here I am. You called me.” (1Samuel 3: 1-10) It took three trips to Eli…

One winter day my sister Nancy, a kindergarten teacher in central New York State, needed to walk to a storage building behind the school. When she entered, she was surprised to find some 20 or more snow sleds stacked in the shed. That afternoon she asked her principal why they were there. She was told…