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Truth In Mendacity

Man is a very confused creature. Merely consider the vast multitude of worldviews and religions, and how humanity understands reality in nearly every imaginable way. Flip open a textbook of comparative religion. Turn the pages of a philosopher’s journal. Journey down the corridors of history. What belief does man not hold? It is all there, […]

The Reflecting Pond

The former owners of our house, a sweet elderly couple, had told us there was once a small pond there, filled in years ago.  Yet it was difficult to believe.  For in the small, triangular area in our yard where they had pointed, the tangle of yuccas, irises, peonies, lilies, and weeds of all varieties made it impossible […]

The Bird Watcher

Though neither ornithologist nor true bird watcher, living on the edge of woods at spring time has helped me understand the enthusiasm some have for this hobby.  Especially while praying in the morning or enjoying a quiet Sabbath rest, the flights of a variety of birds through the forest make it – and one’s own heart […]

Mistaken Identity

I was offended by the news today. They called me a bad name. It still hurts to even think about it. They called me a…consumer. Blech. Truth be told, there are times when the horrible name is deserved. Times when the shiny stuff of the world leads me around like the stick-held carrot it is. But […]

THE GOSPEL CALL IMPERATIVE (Guest Post by Ken Smith)

Recently Pastor Ken Smith addressed the Reformation Society of Pittsburgh on the topic of justification by faith alone.  As an application of this doctrine, he addressed the subject of the gospel call.  Ken graciously agreed to let us share that important portion of his address below.   ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I want to pose a question which has troubled […]

Wintry Thanksgiving

Most artists use a white canvas, then add color.   blank You did just the opposite. blank Upon every leafless tree and forested hill, you sent from heaven above a flurry of white to paint your landscape. blank Clearly each flake was carefully directed. blank Thousands upon thousands, blasted by cold wind, speckle trunks of […]