Mar 25, 2020 | belonging, Bible, bible conversation, care, Christianity, Community, COVID-19, Eugene C. Scott, Faith, God, God Sightings, Hope, Jesus, Listening, Living Spiritually, loneliness, Meaning, Nature photography, photography, Uncategorized |
Most mornings I grind and steep coffee and then stumble into my home office to write, mug in hand. I light a candle. Say a prayer. Light of the World: Fill my words with your Spirit. In the same way light radiates into the surrounding wax from the blazing wick, ignite...
Mar 21, 2020 | adventure, Art, authenticity, belonging, Bible, care, Christianity, Church Planting, COVID-19, Eugene C. Scott, God, God Sightings, grace, Health, Hope, Jesus, Living Spiritually, photography, Uncategorized |
Editor’s note: When looking behind the curtain on my website, I somehow magically made my home page and this post disappear. As a result I had to repost. My good friend and fantastic author and webmaster, LS Hawker fixed it. Read her novels: The Drowning Game,...
Mar 17, 2020 | Bible, Eugene C. Scott, Faith, God, God Sightings, Health, Living Spiritually, Nature photography, photography, Uncategorized |
Some say extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures. These certainly are extraordinary times. I pray you are staying well. But maybe it’s more true extraordinary times call for ordinary measures. “In extraordinary times, the ordinary takes on a glow and...
Mar 12, 2020 | Eugene C. Scott, Faith, God, God Sightings, Jesus, Living Spiritually, Uncategorized |
The Red-Headed-Wildflower and I are in transition. We retired. It’s glorious. Sundays can actually be Sabbath. Faith is once again becoming a breath of life rather than a program I’m promoting. And the Red-Headed-Wildflower no longer ties shoes, teaches math, wipes...
Feb 24, 2020 | adventure, Art, Christianity, Eugene C. Scott, Faith, God Sightings, Jesus, Living Spiritually, photography |
Across the wide cab of my 1970 Ford pickup, Bruce plucked his banjo. The rain had stopped. We had driven from Montana through Idaho and into Utah. We were only sixteen. It was 2 a.m. I had been driving since about 8 p.m. and was beat. The speedometer needle...
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