Russellings of the Spirit

mission

  • Backwards mission

    It is now just an hour or so until we head to the airport. Joan and I are about to jump on a plane and join 16 other people for a week in Guatemala. Going from 25 degrees and snowing… Continue reading

  • Old, Fresh, and Green

    Here it is, year 3.5 and I am still not sure I have this thing figured out. The “thing” to which I refer is, of course, retirement. OK. I’m not dumb. I know what the word itself means… even without… Continue reading

  • Afflicting the Comfortable

    Thank God for Willis Carrier. Mr. Carrier, as you may have heard, is widely believed to be the inventor of the modern air conditioning system. According to Wikipedia, while Carrier did indeed develop the first ELECTRICAL air conditioning system in… Continue reading

  • Plagued by Purpose

    There was a time… I remember it well… when the answer was so simple, it wasn’t even necessary to ask the question. Those were the days when you only had to look one branch down on the family tree to… Continue reading

  • What would YOU do?

    What if? What if you KNEW – with all the confidence you could muster – that things were going to turn out badly? What if – more specifically – you knew that the path your friend was walking would lead… Continue reading

  • The Guatemalan Giggle of Grace

    In my life, moments of grace have come in many different forms. The compassionate word. The gentle glance. The understanding touch. The sweet smile. My heart will always reserve a special place for that day when grace came in the… Continue reading

  • “The Eagle has – in fact – landed.”

    As most of us take a moment today to celebrate the 50thanniversary of the landing of human beings on the surface of our moon, nearly 20 million of our neighbors are standing up yelling, “Fake news!” That’s right. According to… Continue reading

  • Old eyes, new eyes/Brown eyes, blue eyes

    For at least the first week and a half afterward, it is like I had an eye transplant. Old eyes gone… a new set dropped into their place. And then, inevitably, I realize that the old eyes have returned… slowly… Continue reading