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  • The real reason to have a quiet time

    By SHERYL H. BOLDT

    It may have been my favorite Valentine’s Day. Not because Bert bought me red tulips and a box of candy that year, but because of the hugs he gave me.
    His hugs were extra special – lingering hugs – as if he weren’t in a hurry to let me go. It was clear Bert enjoyed being with me. Since then, we often plan times to spend together, away from distractions and outside demands, making more favorite days.

  • Where does the time go?

    By JAMES L. SNYDER

    I remember my grandfather telling me that the older you get the faster time flies. Laughing at him at the time I thought it was another of his little stories he loved telling.
    Just the other day I caught myself telling one of my grandchildren, “The older you get the faster time flies.” Then it occurred to me. I am my grandfather. I am not sure how I got here, but here I am.

  • I’ll do it first thing tomorrow

    By JAMES L. SNYDER

    You would think being a husband as long as I have been I would have learned the fine art of negotiating with my wife. And trust me, it is an artistic creation.
    When I got married, somebody told me that marriage was a 50-50 proposition, which being the naïve young man that I was, I believed it entirely.

  • Does God feel far, far away?

    By SHERYL H. BOLDT

    The rain pounded my windshield. Suddenly, my car hydroplaned and skidded off the road into the swelling pond. I was terrified as my car filled up with water.
    I couldn’t get the windows down so I pounded on the glass, but to no avail. The water quickly covered my mouth, then my nose. I desperately needed air. Just a few minutes ago, I took air for granted; now it was all I could think about. Indeed, it was vital that I get some air – quickly.

  • The strange myth of multi-tasking

    By JAMES L. SNYDER

    I have been pondering a delicate question this week. Why is it I can only do one thing at a time? If only I could do several things at a time, I could get more accomplished.
    The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage is an expert when it comes to multitasking. Although I have lived with her for more than 45 years, I still do not know how she does it.
    Not me, that is for sure!

  • Lessons learned from a dying man

    By SHERYL H. BOLDT

    “Hi, Mr. Gander. It’s Sheryl Boldt with Wave 94. Last time we spoke, you asked me to call back around this time to discuss advertising Gander’s Gulf Supply Hardware Store.”
    “I would love to,” Mr. Gander replied. “But I’ve been to the doctor again since I’ve last spoken with you and was told my cancer has come back. He says I’m terminal.”
    I immediately switched gears and silently prayed. “Father, direct this conversation.”

  • I’m not a coffeeholic, or am I?

    By JAMES L. SNYDER

    Nothing smells better in the morning than a fresh pot of coffee in the kitchen. The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage has it set so that at a certain time in the morning, the coffee begins brewing and we wake up to that wonderful aroma.
    I love my coffee in the morning and nothing gets me on the road better.

  • Before you ‘unfriend’ a fellow Christian over politics

    By SHERYL H. BOLDT

    I’ve made some great friends on Facebook and have come to love their compassion for people and their passion for God.
    Although I’ve never met most of these friends, I feel a kindred spirit with them.

  • Why did God give us winter?

    By JAMES L. SNYDER

    Living in Florida my idea of winter is anytime the temperature drops below 60 degrees. At that point, I do the shiver-me-timbers dance. You don’t want to know!
    I have a rare disease called Coldaphobia. As far as I know, there is no cure for this except escaping to Florida. Even here, cold will manage to sometimes poke its nose into my business. All I can do at the time is sneeze, hoping it will scare the cold away.

  • What if we redeem one hour?

    By SHERYL H. BOLDT

    I doubt if we appreciate the value of each hour enough. Hours that we can never recapture to live over again.
    Or can we?
    Of course, we cannot actually reclaim an hour already gone by, but we can rethink how we plan to use future segments of time.
    For instance, recently after work, I was enjoying one of my favorite television mystery movies with the intent of tidying up the house once the movie ended. My resolve quickly faded as the last scene came to an end.