Sheila adores the beach, and would love to live there. A nice chair, some food and drink for snacking, and the day is great. But the water scared this girl who grew up in Kansas, so she stuck to the sand. Until we visited Kauai and booked a cruise to the Napali Coast. One that featured snorkeling. The captain found an isolated bay, and we geared up. Except for Sheila. That captain and I almost had to force her to try it, and she only agreed if I’d hold on to her. A tough job, but….
Read MoreLetting Dreams Go
A trip of memories. A ride with a friend from high school days. Meeting in Taos, my home for two summers and then two years. Delighting in New Mexico sopapillas and stacked enchiladas. Memories of a dream I let go. And the question remains, why? The pic above shows where I stopped along the road in Rio Lucio...
Read MoreLet Thomas Alva Do the Work
25 years ago we put in a three foot high retaining wall with railroad ties to hold back a slope at the side of our house, and continued the wall in a single row at the bottom of a less steep slope at the front of the house. But even creosote-soaked ties rot after decades, and we replaced the retaining wall with landscape blocks, leaving the front layer of ties. However, the blocks and ties didn’t match, yet I didn’t want the extra work of removing and disposing of the ties, so I got some matching blocks to put over the ties from a neighbor (thanks Kurt!). Ice plant had grown over many of the ties, sometimes a foot high. More work to cut it back. So I got out my shovel to cut through it, then had an inspiration...
Read MoreToo Much Salt
After worshipping on Sunday, you head off with friends to a local café for a late breakfast. The waitress brings the requested cheese omelet, you fork off a bite, insert it, and it leaves you flat. Flat in taste--the chef forgot to add some salt before cooking. The waitress apologizes and says she’ll be sure the cook adds some salt, and soon returns it with a smile and another apology. The fork does its job, you take that first bite, and spit it out. Too much salt this time, too much to even eat. The lid must have come off the shaker, or the cook got offended and decided vengeance was his. Yeah, a ...
Read MoreFresh Adventures, Familiar Names
In early June at 4:30 AM, I pulled the Honda ST1300 out of its comfortable garage for our latest Gray Hogs ride, with our ever present goal of finding fresh asphalt. We hit five states (CA, NV, OR, WA, ID), a foreign country (Canada), and covered 3800 miles in 9 days. Yeah, some familiar roads were necessary, but we found a lot previously unridden routes, took the bikes on a ferry ride across Kootenai Lake, dodged some very drenching storms, so our plans were also new. And a lot of new names, Ymir, Metalline, Sedro Wooley, Sultan, Skykomish, and Oronda for a few. Exotic. A fresh adventure. But...
Read MoreThe Problem of Pain
Have you ever wanted something so much that if God didn’t provide it, that lack became a block between you? Maybe being healed, or prosperity, or a relationship? Or…just fill in the blank. The classic problem of pain. God’s omnipotence says he could; his love says he would. So if he doesn’t act as we ask, then we question either his caring or his power. Or both. But maybe we err.
Read MoreA Desired Beauty
Ever wonder why wrong seems so right, or why good seems so difficult? Ever wonder why we do wrong so often and so easily? Me too.
A welcoming smile
a keen mind...
Read MoreBe Filled
Growing up, I sincerely yet shallowly gave my life to Jesus. That superficiality caused enough spiritual struggles to leave me feeling guilty, so in college I left faith. Four years of searching and studying brought me back to Jesus, much more deeply, but some struggles remained. Then Wayne, the custodian at the Christian junior high where I taught, encouraged me to study about the Holy Spirit. Understand that in reaction to some overemphasis on charismatic gifts and some weird stuff going on, the church I grew up in minimized talk about the Holy Spirit. My study revealed one reason for my struggles...
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