In my lifetime, I have seen dads come and go. Some who would be classed as knights in shining armor and those who would not.

The plagues of Egypt. What an awesome, awful story. It has always made me shudder and wonder why a loving God would bring such curses upon the entire country of Egypt when it was Pharaoh who made all the decisions.

There is an old hymn that asks the question, “Ere you left your room this morning, did you think to pray?” The better question would be, “When you left your room this morning, did you think when you prayed?”

When wildfires tore through the Nebraska Sandhills this spring, they moved fast – faster than communication, faster than formal response systems and, at times, faster than families could fully process what was happening.

In the beginning when God looked upon the vast chaos of eternity and the darkness of the water, He said, “Let there be light,” and saw the light was good.

The treadmill of life doesn’t afford the time to stop and think, let alone sort out the pieces and put them where they belong. We blindly go from one task to the next seemingly without rhyme or reason.

The glass on the table is half full of water, is still half full no matter how you look at it. Looking at the glass half full or half empty is a state of mind.

My grandfather, Paul K. Heck, farmed almost his whole life. He was one who enjoyed working with livestock and crops.

When I was in college, I studied classic English literature: Milton, Shakespeare and Donne. Their writings were beautiful and referred to the Bible without apology.

We only need to take a stroll through YouTube or watch the news to realize the following scripture is part of our daily life. The world is not the walk in the park of yesterday; it is a daily battle.