Musings & Meditations


Picking Up The Pieces


“Oh, Lassie…” Father Targonski clutched his hands to his chest, visibly crushed. In the darkness of the late Fallujah evening, he bent down and crawled among the rocks. During a tour in Afghanistan, my friend Travis Lassiter (RPSN) was a US Navy chaplain bodyguard for...

Read The Water


I went on a sailing trip through the Florida Keys during my senior year of high school. The irony in this story isn’t in that particular destination; it’s in the place we left to get there. I spent my senior year of high school in...

To Live a Life Like That


On Friday night my uncle passed away. His three-year battle with cancer ended peacefully, slipping away as he slept in his favorite recliner. Uncle Jerry, you will be missed. Jerald, as he’s come to be known in recent years, could fix anything. If it had...

Walk Before Me


4 “As for you, if you walk before me faithfully with integrity of heart and uprightness, as David your father did, and do all I command and observe my decrees and laws…” (1 Kings 9:4)   So it’s my dad’s birthday today. He turns 70. That’s seven decades...

Knots


Being the son of a fisherman brings certain elements into ones life. I am pretty sure that the reason I am not a morning person, for instance, is because getting up at 3am to go fishing may have ruined mornings for me. Fishing is, and...

Altars


I’m at a special place this week. Fifty years ago, Jackson’s Point in Georgina, Ontario, hosted the first National Music School for the Canada & Bermuda territory of The Salvation Army. I have been fortunate enough to be invited as their Bible teacher for the...

Two Birds


This morning I sat alone on a large brick patio for my quiet time with God. As usual, this involved my Prayer Guide, a Bible and my journal. I started my time in quiet. I closed my eyes and listened to the world, to the...

To Follow


I saw two men running at the beach the other morning. The one in the lead was older, wearing a colorful Gilligan-style fisherman’s cap, sunglasses and bright orange shorts. His white t-shirt was soaked with sweat and South Carolina humidity and he was pushing a...

Waves


We’re on vacation this week and it’s my first time in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. Now that I’ve confessed that mortal sin, I feel like maybe we can move on. (For those of you who can’t fathom that there are people in the world who...

Thoughts on Rain


Earlier this summer, we had one week with quite a bit of rain. It wasn’t quite every day, but it rained most of them. Even the days it didn’t rain, the gloom and clouds suggested that it might at any moment. Some days it sprinkled...