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The task that faced me this morning is in the photo above. Last fall a powerful wind storm passed through our county dropping trees everywhere. It passed directly over our Highland valley cottage farm, bringing down this particular cluster of sassafras, wild cherry, and locust, all entangled with spice bushes, multiflora rose, and grape vines. The intimidating pile fell across our perimeter fence, blocking the path that runs beside it, which you can barely see. Over the years, this suburban city-slicker, lately-turned wanna-be-farmer, has learned many needed rural skills, as well as the necessary cautions, whenever faced with such…

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  • The Danger of NOT Becoming “Deep in History”

    As I sit retired before my fire. That’s how I ended my last post, and in sitting there, I became gradually convicted that I needed to write an addendum, I suppose a correction, for any misunderstandings that may have arisen from my personal witness to the danger of becoming too “deep in history” (if you haven’t, please read that last post before proceeding). I’m left wondering whether some of you may have been left speechless, transmogrified, through a misunderstanding of my intent. By declaring that I personally found a danger in becoming too deep in history, I did not mean… Continue reading

    The Danger of NOT Becoming “Deep in History”
  • The Danger of Becoming TOO “Deep in History”

    I’ve admitted many times that the final straw that opened my heart to the truth of the Catholic Church was the reading of Saint John Henry Cardinal Newman’s two classic books: his Apologia Pro Vita Sua and particularly his Essay on the Development of Doctrine. His example and then challenge to become “deep in history” led me to a much more deliberate reading of Church history, and particularly the writings of the apostolic fathers. As a result, his “warning” became true in my life: I “ceased to be Protestant”, and my family and I entered the Catholic Church in the… Continue reading

    The Danger of Becoming TOO “Deep in History”
  • The Operative Word

    The photo is the portion of our mature woods where this year we tapped six sugar maples, collecting over 80 gallons of fresh maple sap. Not being prepared yet to complete the process, we gave this away to friends to include in their active syrup production. But I had an interesting experience last night and this morning I felt compelled to share with you, my friends. My wife and I are now empty nesters on forty acres of her century old family farm. As I’ve admitted many times, I’m far from worthy to be called, let alone call myself, a… Continue reading

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    The Operative Word
  • A Single Purpose

    When I came to you, brethren, I did not come proclaiming to you the testimony of God in lofty words or wisdom. For I decided to know nothing among you except Jesus Christ and him crucified. (1 Corinthians 2:1-2) This has long been a favorite and inspiring verse. Apparently the Christians in Corinth had already been inundated with the “lofty words and wisdom” of self-acclaimed prophets, philosophers, and other first-century “influencers”. By the time Paul arrived, before he even opened his mouth, his audience already had preconceived expectations. Maybe they assumed he’d offer wise solutions to the struggles in their… Continue reading

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    A Single Purpose
  • Salvation Is Nearer Than You Think

    Besides this you know what hour it is, how it is full time now for you to wake from sleep. For salvation is nearer to us now than when we first believed. (Romans 13:11) I’ve been slowly re-reading through St. Augustine’s City of God, and this morning I was awakened by this: For no sooner do we begin to live in this dying body, than we begin to move ceaselessly towards death. … Certainly there is no one who is not nearer it this year than last year, and to-morrow than to-day, and to-day than yesterday, and a short while… Continue reading

    Salvation Is Nearer Than You Think
  • Telltale Bookends

    I’m in the process of taking one more step towards trying to understand what so called self-imposed “retirement” is. So, I’m rearranging, upgrading, and organizing my small home Study. The goal is to make it so appealing, warm, comfortable, even inspiring, that I’ll slowly wean myself away from getting up every morning, and driving robotically into my old Coming Home Network Office as I’ve done for over thirty years. As you can see by the photo, my bookshelves are a haphazard throw-bag of all kinds of stuff. There are intermingled books and nick-nacks from my childhood, college, engineering, seminary, farming,… Continue reading

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    Telltale Bookends
  • The Face of Jesus?

    Do you see Him? I called my son Richard to come out of the basement, away from his computerized war game, and see. At first he didn’t, but then, in time, he saw, and said, matter-of-factly, “Wow”, and returned downstairs to his game. I called my wife Marilyn to come out and see! She looked, saw nothing. Then when I more carefully directed her attention, she saw, but said, “Jesus? Looks more like the Jolly Green Giant,” and went inside to finish cooking dinner. I sent the picture to some friends and most couldn’t see him, but my middle son,… Continue reading

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    The Face of Jesus?
  • His communication is true, because it is inspired by love.

    It was really cold out there this morning. None the less, I followed my usual routine. I first fed our four barn cats, and then cautiously walked down the frost-covered hill to fill the bird feeders. As I was inserting the suet squares into a wire cage, I heard in my mind the echoing chastisement of a former well-meaning neighbor: “Don’t you know you shouldn’t be feeding those wild birds? It messes up their instinctual search for the natural nutrition their bodies really need. It even confuses them when it’s time to migrate south! And besides they’ll become dependent upon… Continue reading

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    His communication is true, because it is inspired by love.
  • Good Fence Lines

    The fence line in the above photo has a Michenerian history, and as “just an old man out standing in my field”, my entire homesteading experience definitely has the same Michenerian bent. You may be wondering what the heck is a “Michenerian” bent? Before I explain, I want to thank those of you who have encouraged me to return to blogging. I fell behind and then gave up, because I just couldn’t imagine myself telling anyone how to do anything on their homestead! Even the most wayward FFA kid knows more about farming in his little finger than I’ll ever… Continue reading

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    Good Fence Lines
  • A Blessing, Not a Burden

    Maybe only older folk like me can relate to this article, but frankly, I wish I would have taken this more seriously much earlier in life. Seriously, I can’t put any of this off any more; now is the time. It’s time for me to really listen. What I’m talking about is the need to live each day as if it’s our last. Though most of us presume so, we have no natural, divine right to a long life: what we’ve experienced so far has been a gift, and we should be grateful for every, single day, even through sorrow,… Continue reading

    A Blessing, Not a Burden