Crack! Dan and I sat bolt upright in bed. It was 5am several years ago. The lightning strike and thunder clap came simultaneously, shaking the house. Dan turned over to go back to sleep, but I got up. Nothing seemed amiss, so I went back to bed. When he went to go for his morning walk, he told me to come and look in our back yard. What we saw amazed us and was the topic of conversation on the golf course for a long time. A bolt of lightning had struck the tallest pine tree in our yard. In ... View the Post
A Trail Hike We Will Never Forget
Many people are coming home after a journey this time of year. We just returned from Montana where we enjoyed a family reunion at the Sauskojus Resort outside Billings, MT. I remember a journey I took once with Dan. We were between churches and were living with my folks in Plains, Montana. My sister, Wendy, and her husband, John, were trying to sell their house. They had a guiding business and left to go their hunting camp, leaving us with instructions on how to contact them if they got a ... View the Post
Cars — God’s Vehicle to Teach Us About Faith
We were missionaries with three children, living in Three Hills, Alberta, ministering to the Stoney Indian people NW of Edmonton and to the Blackfoot Indian people east of Calgary. We lived by faith. People sent money regularly to us for our food, clothing, gas and rent. When we needed a bed for Brian, his kindegarten class at Prairie Bible Grade School found one for him and delivered it to our door. It is not easy to live by faith, and just when you think you've arrived, something ... View the Post
How NOT to Be A Good Leader — Lessons from A Confused Turkey
"Come on, you lazy chicks! Get out of bed! We have a lot to do today." Mrs. Turkey scolded, prodded, and threatened her chicks, but they remained obdurate, squeaking in the most annoying fashion as they huddled close together in the boughs of the tall blue spruce on the edge of our lawn. The chicks tried to ignore Mom, but she kept at it. Eventually, they appeared, looking rather frazzled and unkempt as they flapped to the ground and watched their Mom carefully. The problem with the whole ... View the Post
The View from the Huckleberry Patch
The air is clear with the smell of fir, pine and damp earth as Dan and I make our way up the old logging road to the bottom of the mountain where we hope we will find huckleberry heaven, ie, lots of huckleberries. These are little purple berries that explode with flavor in your mouth. As I walk up the path, I enjoy the daisies that grow in profusion along the trail, the dense underbrush where little animals scurry around, and the cry of the eagle that soars overhead. We catch sight of a ... View the Post
