Baa . . . Baa
“Mary Had a Little Lamb” and “Baa, Baa Black Sheep” were two of the nursery rhymes I sang to my 2-year-old granddaughter last week as we travelled the Welsh countryside. Look anywhere and one could see pasture upon pasture of sheep. It seemed every bit of land that had been reclaimed from wilderness or woods became a long strip of pasture, separated from the next strip by a low divide of rock wall or hedge. Each pasture was home to ewes with lambs and every size in between. A
Just Another Day?
Days pass swiftly, in such ordinary ways, we rarely stop to consider their true significance. For instance, what if you had lived in Jesus’ time on earth? Did anyone alive then have a clear idea of the importance of what we now call Good Friday or of Easter Sunday? Probably not. It’s in retrospect our vision sharpens. The idea of an ordinary day gave birth to this Easter poem, It was Just Another Day, almost 20 years ago. IT WAS JUST ANOTHER DAY It was just another day--
What Satisfies Your Appetite?
A tantalizing aroma wafted from the kitchen into every corner of our home as the granola baked. A favorite, the recipe (which I have since misplaced) called for concentrated apple juice for a sweetener. This time I substituted concentrated pineapple juice. The sweet scent made me wild with a hunger I didn’t know I possessed. Hunger. It’s not a sensation we enjoy. Whether it’s physical, emotional, or spiritual hunger, we seek to satisfy the ache. Jesus talked about hunger—the
