By Pastor Stuart Weist First Baptist Church of Preston In our world today, many Christians seem to have lost who they are. Everywhere I look there is hatred, vanity and angst. People on social media often post comments they would never say to someone’s face and our youth get caught up in a desire for greed, lust and approval. I have been privileged to work with youth more … [Read more...]
Some Merles Remember Donald and the Mesmerizing Mural
I used to know a lot of people named Merle. I saw the name of one Merle I knew on a gravestone and thought, “No wonder I haven’t seen him around.” A Merle, who was part of a large family, told me he got his name because his mother had run out of other names. I still know a fair number of Merles, but not as many as I did. Maybe they’re making up in quality for what they lack … [Read more...]
Peering at the Past Houston Welcomed a Hometown, National Hero
A half century ago, “The people of Houston figuratively rolled out the red carpet,” stated the Houston (Minn.) Signal newspaper on May 4, 1973. The occasion was a weekend celebration, welcoming home Robert Flynn. “At one time, the prospect of seeing Bob on the streets of Houston again seemed rather remote. Never underestimating the power of prayer, the people of Houston saw … [Read more...]
Incomprehensibility
By Rev. Debra Jene Collum Chatfield United Methodist and Commissioned EarthKeeper of the UMC There are some things that are incomprehensible to me. Like the fact that helium is in short supply because there isn’t more helium that can be made. Isn’t helium just air that makes us talk funny and keep our balloons inflated? Can’t you just make it from regular air? Somehow? You … [Read more...]
The Monster Hiding Under My Bed Was a Family of Muskrats
I was on a chicken bus in Mexico. It was called that because chickens sometimes rode the bus to market. A woman seated in the rear of the bus I was on held a live chicken – a little red hen. The bus driver ground the gears on every shift as the vehicle struggled uphill. He couldn’t be blamed, as the shift lever on the floor was at an odd angle, indicating it had been … [Read more...]
Your Flying Farmer: How Do You Look When You Die?
“Turn on the dancing music!” yelled my 4-year-old son. We had decided it would be fun to learn a dance move called “the running man,” which is essentially a series of marching and sliding backwards in such a way where it looks like you’re walking but you’re staying in the same place. It hurts your brain at first because your legs are moving back and forth but you’re not going … [Read more...]
Peering at the Past Winnebago Lived Peaceably Among White Settlers
Part two of a two-part series Around 1903, newlywed Grace Greener and her husband moved to Reno, Minn. Word spread that she owned a modern miracle – a sewing machine, and the Winnebago Indians living in the nearby river bottoms frequently brought clothing for her to mend. They often paid her with wild game and fish. During the last half of the 1800s, the European-heritage … [Read more...]
Happy Fall, Y’all!
By Pastor Bridget Sheely Racine/Wykoff/Sumner Center UMC Peace and grace to you in the name of Jesus Christ our risen Savior! I hope you have had the oppor-tunities these last couple of months to find your way down many paths of adventures in the sun and /or days spent sitting on a porch, in a park or with a friend just enjoying all beauty that the wonderful season of summer … [Read more...]
Watching Cricket Races While Thinking About Flutophones and Twinkies
The garage door opener is a wonderful invention. I used to have to get out of my car in the pouring rain and dodge lightning bolts while I yelled, “Lower the drawbridge” or “Open sesame” before grunting the door open manually. No more. I pressed the garage door opener and the door lifted as I sat comfortably in my car and marveled that the door knew where to go and when to … [Read more...]
A Goodly Heritage – Memories Come
Memories can come at any time. But today as I have been out in the garden, memories invaded my thoughts. As I picked each buttery-colored wax bean, I thought of my mother. Even when she lived with me at the age of 94, she helped me snip beans. Along with the beans, I brought in a fine bouquet of gladiolas to please her and to perk up the scenery in the house. Though her … [Read more...]