Russellings of the Spirit

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  • The Eye of God

    Beneath his mask of anger, bluff, and bluster, God sees… God sees the fearful, insecure child hiding inside. Beneath the surface of the spreader of careless gossip, God sees… God sees the fragile, wounded heart, yearning to belong. Beneath the… Continue reading

  • Order out of Chaos

    Look at this. Isn’t it amazing? My organizational genius of a wife took our laundry basket full of a mishmash of all sizes and styles of extension cords and – armed with only her labelmaker and a few plastic containers… Continue reading

  • Tipping the World

    I had a great bike ride yesterday. The sun was out, the sky was blue, and my bike shorts were clean, so why not? It had been a while since my last ride, so I cut this one a little… Continue reading

  • Change is Coming

    Think back; do you recall events in your life that CHANGED you? I mean, changed you in a profound, lasting, BC/AD kind of way? I believe I was forever changed that time my dad suffered third-degree burns on his upper… Continue reading

  • What a Wonderful World Wide Web

    I am not sure anything else even comes close. The World Wide Web should be considered – hands down – the most important innovation of the last fifty years. Without it, how could I instantly know the current temperature of… Continue reading

  • Love Out Loud

    A year or so ago, I got fed up. Squared. First I was fed up with the escalating rancor and divisiveness in nearly every segment of American society. Yes, ill will seems to center primarily in the political realm, but… Continue reading

  • GLOW

    My wife GLOWs. Every fourth Thursday of the month. From 5:30 to 7:00. And because she GLOWs, we glow (and grow) together as a family. You see, GLOW is the name of the women’s cancer support group Joan attends at… Continue reading

  • Coming Out

    I like to sing. Correction; I absolutely LOVE to sing. And so it was with real joy and excitement that I accepted my friend’s invitation three years ago to audition for a group called the Heartland Men’s Chorus (HMC). My… Continue reading

  • You Belong

    Three doors down from the house I grew up in lived a family named the Thompsons. There was Mr. Thompson, Mrs. Thompson (that was back in the time when kids didn’t know adults’ first names) and their three sons. If… Continue reading

  • Try to Remember…

    “Sorry. I forgot.” Boy… If I had a dollar for every time those words have come out of my mouth, I would have a LOT of money. But then after I got that money, the challenge for me would be… Continue reading