You can’t tell me the Bible doesn’t have humor. I find it in several places. This one may be my favorite. The story is found in First Samuel, chapter nine. Donkeys were lost. Now, donkeys are notoriously stubborn. They will stand in front of a stable window and stare and stare for hours. They need to be prodded to get going and stay going. So, do they wander off at will? Long enough to get really lost because they think the grass is greener in the next c

It was just a small, red wire basket I bought for $1.25 at Dollar Tree. Impulsive, but not extravagant. When I got home, my husband asked, “What are you going to do with that?” “I don’t know,” I said. “I haven’t thought about it yet.” He was quizzical. Why would I buy something I didn’t know what to do with? Perhaps he doesn’t understand the feminine mind. But at $1.25, I didn’t see much point in worrying about it. Later in the day, he asked me again. “What are you going t

Sitting in a crowded concert hall in Vienna with several hundreds of people, Trent and I were taking in J.S. Bach’s “St. Matthew’s Passion” for the first time. We were still learning German, but thankfully, there was an English translation, which we followed closely. That need, however, did not in the least diminish the stirring music, the stunning voices, the aura of the heavy movements by which Bach attempted to convey that night of tears and grief and sorro