Danny’s Firetruck – Goodness
Christmas morning came early for Rod, earlier than it should have anyway. Rod and his wife Evelyn had two children, Ben who is six and Daniel who is three, or…
Month: March 2016
Real Fruit: Goodness
We all have a built-in ability to determine good from bad. Every day we make all kinds of choices based on what we think would be good. No one intentionally…
The Grace of Failure
Every year I’m struck by something new in the story of Jesus’ passion. One year it was how Barabbas is symbolic of all of us, even down to the meaning…
Real Fruit: Faithfulness
What picture would you use to describe faithfulness? I came up with so many that I couldn’t choose just one to kick off this article on the fruit of faithfulness.…
Sally’s Horse – Faithfulness
Sally’s first ride on the carousel in Humboldt Park was for her third birthday, June 12th, 1937. It was a real family affair with Mom, Dad, grandmas, grandpas and all…
Seven Useful Reminders for This Election Season (And Every Other Day as Well)
It is my privilege to introduce a new guest contributor to Lambchow. Ben Hoerr is lead pastor at Vineyard Church – Peoria. It has been a joy to get to…
Accepted!
Belonging is important. We all want to belong, to be a part, to be accepted by someone or some group. The groups we belong to define us. We take on…
Real Fruit: Gentleness
What do these images have in common? A shepherd gently carrying a lamb back to its mother. A mother cradling a newborn for the first time. A gardener carefully working…
The Nurse’s Hat
My journey in writing began in earnest on a December evening in 2003. Betty and I had stopped for supper at Applebee’s after some Christmas shopping. As I looked at…
Better Than Anything
Life can be nasty at times. Things come our way that seems unfair and undeserved. We read God’s promises and wonder what we did wrong. This is more than just…
Real Fruit: Self-Control
I was a remote control. Let me grow nostalgic for a bit. I remember many evenings when Dad would kick back in his Lay-Z-Boy recliner, Mom would sit on the…
Patricia’s Date
My journey in writing began in earnest on a December evening in 2003. Betty and I had stopped for supper at Applebee’s after some Christmas shopping. As I looked at…