Category Archives: Fathers and Sons

Moths and a Curious Gift

A full bladder when one is camping in a tent a long walk from the bathroom is never welcome. It meant a roll and wallow to get out of the sleeping bag and slip on sandals and then a hunt … Continue reading

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Not Betrayed

This last week I have been haunted by some Bible verses that warn against betraying our children.  In Psalm 73 Asaph speaks candidly about how he almost stumbled because he envied the prosperity of the wicked. He describes how they … Continue reading

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Of Butterflies and Brothers

Last weekend my oldest brother and I went to Iron Mountain in Siskiyou Mountains to look for unusual plants and butterflies. Stanley is 73, ten-years older than I. Because he was older, we did not do much together as children, … Continue reading

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My Jewish Son and the Holy Spirit

Six years ago, my oldest son, Peter, found himself hanging out at a Jewish summer camp in Rhode Island. The job he thought he had didn’t materialize, but he did some work and spent time talking to the rabbi as … Continue reading

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In Memory of Beatrice Wilson

What words can capture Mom’s life? I need orchestras and choirs, the roar of the ocean and the sound of her lone violin in a country church. But here are my words—my loaves and fishes broken, and I hope, blessed. … Continue reading

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Poured Out

Again this morning, I walked my Mom across the street to the church for the pre-service prayer meeting. It isn’t far, but these days she is afraid to walk it without an arm. She is wobbly. And forgetful. But once … Continue reading

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My Father’s Coat

One day a young man came to the court of King Arthur and begged to be made a knight. Although a fine looking man, he wore a tattered coat. He introduces himself as Brewnor of the Noyre, but Sir Kay … Continue reading

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Calling (Why I Write)

When I was a boy, I didn’t always welcome the call to dinner, especially on long summer days when busy building tree houses in the sycamores or playing ball in the street. In the cold dusk of winter, I came … Continue reading

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Tarzan and Quicksand

As a kid I loved the old Tarzan movies. A standard feature was someone thrashing around in quicksand. Sometimes this was a bad guy with a gun who had been chasing Tarzan: a scene which ended with his hat floating … Continue reading

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Net-Stupid

A couple of weeks ago a BLM wildlife biologist explained to me that the bats of eastern Oregon were easier to catch than ones on the west side of the Cascades. He said this was because the bats in the … Continue reading

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