Category: Life Happens
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How Not to Impress A Girl
I rowed us back, but when we got there, we were not back where we started! Somehow, I rowed us into the the wrong cove! What had I done? I was lost, but how? Was I so twitterpated by a pretty face that I lost my sense of direction? I turned the boat around and…
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Great Expectations
Pip’s given name was Philip. Maybe that was why I felt him a kindred spirit even when I was in high school. That affinity grew stronger each time a girl broke my heart! I became convinced that every woman on earth possessed an extra gene. A sinister flaw in their genetic code, I thought! The…
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Blue Light Special
In doing so, I missed the sign! Forthwith, I saw a place to turn around and turned left into the back entrance of the strip mall. I did it full sight of a police cruiser lying in wait for a speeding car. Mr. Policeman did not catch a speeder, but he caught me! Immediately, I…
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A Dog Tale
When the power went out, we sat in the hot, still air, the darkness kept at bay by oil lamps scattered throughout the house, We waited, not sure for what- The storm to end, the roof to blow off, the trees to smash our house, all of the above! We didn’t know what would happen.…
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Roadkill In My Pocket
We all walk (or bike) the streets of life, avenues landscaped with beautiful things that uplift and encourage us, and sadly, also littered with things that pull us down, distract us, and defeat us. We pick up stuff, ideas, attitudes, and habits, some good and some that we should have left in the gutter and…
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Root-bound, Not Me!
People sometimes bully us, abuse us, or say unkind things to us. Such things can hurt us deeply and we may build walls around our hearts to escape such attacks. However, what we hoped would protect us from external hurts often become a prison in which we become root-bound. Bad roots of doubt and despair…
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For The Wrong Reason
The persuasion for me to go to the mission field was neither spiritual nor spectacular like the Apostle Paul’s. He knew Jesus had personally called him and there was no turning back. In my years as a jungle missionary, I faltered in the pursuit of my calling and wanted to quit, time and again! However,…
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Over-The-Hill in Europe
It was daylight when the Airbus descended through the layer of cotton clouds to lower elevations and prepared for our landing in Frankfurt. Though we made our trip at the end of November, almost wintertime, I was surprised to see most of the fields still verdant, a patchwork quilt like my mother used to make,…
Writings By Phil 