An Instinct for Worship

I stepped out of my front door this morning in order to head to work and suddenly I stopped short.  The air was very still.  This in itself was very odd because normally, where I live, wind is an ever-present.  However, it wasn’t the lack of wind which made me stop.  It was, of all things, a smell; a welcoming, honest smell.   In the darkness…

Below My Window

Below my window stands a Canadian Goose. You know the bird well if you have ever lived anywhere in the Central United States. Actually, you’ll have to excuse me. I’m not an ornithologist, so I’m not sure exactly where they’re found in the U.S. But I never recall seeing them in California or Georgia, so…

I Must Cry Out

I climbed to the top of the tableland and unfolding in front of me was a vista incomprehensibly expansive. For a moment it seemed as if I stood suspended in the air as the land swept away in every direction toward a horizon that bent with the graceful arc of the earth. The suspension was…

A Vicious Storm

The rain pelted down as if fired from a rifle, each drop lashing Andrew’s coat with more force than he thought possible. It seemed to him that the watery missiles would bore their way through the deck at any moment, bringing the small craft’s plight from bad to hopeless instantly. Somehow though, the deck, the…