How good is your aim? In my youth I learned the art of archery. It was all about the aim. The goal was to hit bull's eye on the target. Over the years my aim improved. How good is your aim? Not just when it comes to archery. But your aim in life? Your aim in ministry?&nb...
There is nothing more frustrating than working on puzzle and finding that a puzzle piece is missing. You buy a box of puzzle pieces at a yard sale or op shop. You work endless hours connecting all the puzzle pieces. But the puzzle is never complete. One or more of the pieces are missing. There can be missin...
Sometimes it pays to take a second look. Especially when you buy a used car. In my teens I bought a 1970 VW Beetle. It seemed okay at first glance. I had an after school part-time job at a VW dealership. When I showed my mechanic friends what I had bought, they all had a good chuckle. The engine was o...
I love watching a potter at her wheel giving shape to clod of clay. At first all you see is this clump of brown earth. Moments later that useless lump takes the shape of a bowl, mug, vase, or some other useful vessel. I tried my hand at pottery in highschool, but I soon realised that shaping clay was not my thing. But anythi...
During the Great Depression of the 1930’s, there was a sheep ranch owned by a man named Ira Yates. Mr. Yates wasn't able to make enough on his ranching operation to pay the principal and interest on the mortgage, so he was in danger of losing his ranch. With little money for clothes or food, his family, like many others during the ...
Shortly after the USA in 1917 joined the war in Europe, a magazine illustrator drew a picture featuring a stern-faced Uncle Sam pointing outward with his right index finger, his eyes glaring directly at the viewer. “I Want YOU for U.S. Army”. Four million of those posters were distributed around the states to recruit people to join in t...
A real tendency in life is to keep looking back. We tend to look back because we remember how life was different back then. Perhaps we have fond memories of yesterday and how great things were. With Mary Hopkins we sing, "Those were the days my friend .... We'd sing and dance forever and a day." Or w...