May 10, 2020 | Bible, Christianity, creation, Eugene C. Scott, Faith, God Sightings, Living Spiritually, Meaning, Nature photography, poetry, Spiritual Formation, Uncategorized |
Reading Time: 3 minutes Mom, you were no where near as delicate as the roses you grew. Thank God for that! You were a beautiful but hardscrabble woman. Sometimes a bit thorny too. That combination may have been part of why people walked for city blocks to view...
Feb 5, 2020 | creation, Eugene C. Scott, God, God Sightings, healing, Listening, Literature, Living Spiritually, Meaning, Uncategorized |
Reading Time: 5 minutesWere you taught this lie? “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me!” Here’s another lie I heard and believed. “If you quit at one thing, you’ll be a quitter forever,” a girlfriend’s father said to me after I quit high...
May 8, 2017 | adventure, belonging, Bible, Christianity, creation, Eugene C. Scott, Faith, Uncategorized |
Reading Time: 5 minutesOf all the dogs I’ve owned, I loved the one I lost most. She was a black and white Springer Spaniel we named Sasson, Hebrew for joy. I know, I know. We were young and so spiritual and didn’t have kids yet. We bought her in our first year of...
Nov 24, 2015 | Art, belonging, creation, Eugene C. Scott, mystery, Uncategorized |
Reading Time: 3 minutes“The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places,” declares David in Psalm 16. That line boundaries in pleasant places is an odd one, especially read in a time when boundaries are readily broken and often despised. What on earth can...
Mar 5, 2015 | Art, Christianity, creation |
Reading Time: 2 minutesAfter Jesus performs a miracle by feeding over 4,000 people with what amounts to half a dozen Big Macs, the disciples are no closer to becoming believers. He says, “Do you have eyes but fail to see, and ears but fail to hear? And don’t you...
Oct 11, 2012 | adventure, Christianity, creation, dreams, Eugene C. Scott, God Sightings, grace, healing, Jesus, Living Spiritually, Uncategorized |
Reading Time: 3 minutesLast week I peddled my mountain bike up a chert strewn, sandy trail into mountains that resembled barren mounds some demon had impaled with burnt toothpicks. It was the first time I had ventured into the area know as the Hayman Burn, which, in...
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