Russellings of the Spirit

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  • Slow Down, Cowboy

    Time passes. Things change. The fresh, new, and exciting slowly becomes the stale, old, and predictable.  Energy that once sprang from a bottomless reservoir now trickles sparingly, as if dripping from a clogged waterspout. Possibilities begin winking out one by… Continue reading

  • Jesus and Santa

    On our morning walk today, I saw a sign in a neighbor’s front yard that read: “JESUS IS THE REASON FOR THE SEASON.” And being the eager Jesus follower I am, I responded with a hearty, “Heck yeah! That’s right, brother/sister/non-binary… Continue reading

  • To Plunge or Not to Plunge…

    When an inanimate object really, REALLY becomes a member of your family, you give it a name. We named him Travis. “Him,” in this case is a 2017 Winnebago Travato, Class B touring coach. Or RV, if you prefer.  For… Continue reading

  • An Undistorted Reality

    “I am about to do a new thing; now it springs forth, do you not perceive it?” (Isaiah 43:19, NRSV) Have you ever noticed the way anticipation tends to distort reality… both positively and negatively? If you’re not sure what I am talking about, think… Continue reading

  • The Unbreakable Bubble

    Check this out… Shortly after moving to Fort Collins, CO, Joan and I were walking the dogs in nearby Fossil Creek Park. It was early December, but snow had yet to make an appearance. As we approached the base of… Continue reading

  • Thanks for those scars

    For the most part, I don’t have a lot of scars. (Not that you can see, at least). There’s this one on the front side of my left index finger. That’s from getting it caught on the top of a… Continue reading

  • Masked Man

    Support them or oppose them… love them or hate them… I think we can all agree: facemasks are a major PAIN. Show of hands: how many times have you done the infamous mid-parking-lot-spin-around-while-slapping-your-forehead as you suddenly realize the store you… Continue reading

  • Does It Matter Enough?

    OUCH! First of all, sorry for the somewhat gross photo here. Both for the bruised toe as well as the dramatic proof that I need some SERIOUS foot moisturizing. But hopefully as you will see later, this disgusting picture is… Continue reading

  • EST-CE QUE TU PARLES FRANCAIS?

    Joan and I have been in the south of France for the past week. And when I say, “the south of France,” I mean THE SOUTH. As in, imagining we hear banjos and guitars having a pick-off duel as we round… Continue reading

  • My Saints

    He was a slick-fielding, light hitting second baseman for the church softball team. He sold microscopes for the E. Leitz Company. Later, he heard a call that changed not only his life, but the lives of everyone in his family.… Continue reading