From my childhood days to the present, I’ve been captivated by the vibrant colors of a sunrise as well as the darkening of the horizon as day yields to sunset.
This past Friday I settled into my blind to enjoy the sights and sounds of Mother Nature, and she rewarded me with the shuffling feet of a covey of quail on fallen leaves, the cawing of crows in a nearby corn field, and to an unsuspecting bobcat who trotted past me, oblivious to my presence.
My contemplative moment was interrupted when my chair suddenly ripped, and I fell to the ground. When I landed on my rump with a bone-rattling thump, I was certain that seismic monitors had sent an earthquake alert to the USGS.
Though I’m on the hefty side, the problem was not my weight, and it was not moths who had the munchies—it was a mouse. A mouse! My solitude had been gnawed away through the turpitude of a ravenous rodent that had devoured the underside of my chair like it was a Thanksgiving feast.
As I was lying on the ground, I thought of the wise words of Jesus: “Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroy and where thieves do not break in nor steal, for where your treasure is, there will your heart be also (Matthew 6:19-21).”
Even though my treasure was fairly new, comfortable, strong and sturdy, it was no match for the teeth of a tiny mouse with the appetite of a Tyrannosaurus Rex.
What about your treasures? Are they fragile, frail, and feeble, or are they decent, distinctive, and dynamic? “Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.

We live in the age of chefs who are masters of culinary delights and connoisseurs of fine ales and home brewed drinks. I find it strange that these epicurean tendencies have tapped the keg of notoriety and made a brand more famous than the man.
When I purchased a new computer several years ago, Best Buy packaged it with a copy of a virus protection program called Kaspersky. I liked the program and would have renewed my subscription except for the fact that it was a Russian company.
Tuesday morning, I was driving west towards Wichita and I was blessed with the beauty of a double rainbow. As the dazzling colors shone brightly against the distant backdrop of dark and menacing clouds, I was reminded that life is much like that storm.
If you’re as big a fan of the game of baseball as I am, you probably think of the College World Series when you see the letters CWS. Even Google associates CWS with the College World Series. When I typed CWS into the search box, College World Series of Omaha appeared in the second spot.
With the start of its 6th season, Games of Thrones has been trending on social media. Game of Thrones is a popular television show that is based on a series of fantasy novels written by George R. R. Martin.
Since I belong to the brotherhood of the big-footed, I need a lot of help to keep my feet pointed in the right direction. This is one reason I have a special fondness for Psalm 119:105: Your word is a lamp for my feet and a light on my path.
Chief Joseph Medicine Crow died yesterday at the age of 102, and an era of history died with him. He was the last living War Chief of the Crow Tribe of Montana.
I’m certain that I’ve seen and spoken the word “measure” thousands of times in my life, and I’ve read Romans 12:3 many hundreds of times. When I read it again a moment ago I noticed something different. I saw the three words found in measure: me-a-sure.
While I was fishing a day or two ago, I startled a duck that was sleeping on a boat dock. I smiled at its awkward waddle as it hurried down the ramp and into the lake. I smiled again when I saw how fluid and graceful its movements became as soon as it entered the water.