God is spirit and the human body represents how He wanted to house our spirit. Walking up to the world’s most famous statue, David by Michelangelo, is a bit stunning as this seventeen-foot naked man is truly on full display. It’s easy to chuckle as females of every age are riveted by his perfection and their smart phones don’t stop clicking. However, as a male, I was every bit as impressed. PORTAL TO HEAVEN: Just as Michelangelo lifted David out of rock, God formed the flawle

Stopped by to have a chat with my parents. Their gravestone is placed below some pines in what seems to be the kinder part of the cemetery. The talk is short. I ask them, “Am I just like you at this stage in my life?” The whisper comes, “Yes” and “No.” We come from our parents but God desires that we go toward Him. I am satisfied with that answer. We love Mom and Dad, but we are not our parents. PORTAL TO HEAVEN: While always reflecting on and “visiting” the love of our paren

Went back to the old homestead. Pulled out the iPhone. Click, click. Rode by Jeff Stopper’s house and Pat Mannion’s place and the Millers. They were among the best of boyhood friends. Click, click. While these streets and homes now seem a bit distant, they are not for those who remained in our hometown. It’s a lot like life. God gives us things, places and people that seem to be mainstays. Some remain where they were as if to guard our formative years and memories. They’re no

I’m putting the pool to bed for the fall and winter and I notice that there is a quarter on the side of the pool. It’s the same one that nine year-old Grant dives for in the deep end. He’s become quite proficient at his idea of scuba diving. I usually go down half way and give him the thumbs up as he emerges with the twenty-five-cent piece and that victorious smile. I left the quarter there for weeks as an important reminder. If that had been the only activity throughout the

September is the most popular month for weddings and the buzzer-beater for a Summer rite…I couldn’t miss an old 1949 Buick Dynaflow just waiting outside a charming New England church in Lee, Massachusetts for the bride and groom so that it could carry them off into married-land. Why are classic cars picked for weddings? Is it the metaphor that old means "lasting?" Is it that it may have been a car just like the one that ushered Mom and Dad into their forty-year-and-going-stro