The End of the Nightmare

We have all read in scientific books, and, indeed, in all romances, the story of the man who has forgotten his name. This man walks about the streets and can see and appreciate everything; only he cannot remember who he is. Well, every man is that man in the story. Every man has forgotten who…

Stillness …

Just across the street from one of the houses in which I lived while I was a boy was a small forest. It wasn’t anything spectacular, just some small (maybe twenty foot tall), broadleaf trees which grew in an L-shaped, 8-10 acre patch on two sides of the neighborhood. At its widest point it was…

Be Thou My Vision

For the last five and a half weeks, at random times (seemingly), I have had the tune and few words I know to the old hymn Be Thou My Vision pop into my head. It seemed that perhaps God was trying to tell me something by the frequency of its coming, so I looked up…