It’s been said, “You are what you eat.” That’s more truthful than we realize. Bread is called “the staff of life.” Down through the centuries, bread has been the foundational building block of man’s physical sustenance.

In the Garden of Eden, Adam and Eve had every need provided for them by God. After they sinned, God said, “Cursed is the ground because of you. In toil you shall eat of it all the days of your life . . . By the sweat of your face you shall eat bread” (Genesis 3:17-19 NASB). God gave man the strength and ability to earn his food. But he depended upon God for the seed, rain, sun, and provision.

I know that t-ball is far from pro-baseball, but to me it’s more entertaining. This past summer I had the joy of watching my grandson Elijah play t-ball. Elijah and his friend stood between first and second base talking, a girl was chasing butterflies, and another player was blowing dandelion seeds into the air. Parents were reading a book or talking on their cell phones. But there were a few seriously focused on the game, especially the coaches and couple of hyper dads looking for scouts to sign their kid to a major league contract.

Minnesota the land of 10,000 lakes is a beautiful state. My wife’s ancestors emigrated to Minnesota and North Dakota from Sweden. Recently we enjoyed a few days of vacation there. Minnesota is a fisherman’s paradise. I noticed a sign in the men’s restroom at a lake, it was probably meant for some of the resident Norwegians (HA! HA!) It hangs above one of those pull down baby changing tables. It read, “Please do not clean your fish on this table, this to change babies on only!”

Some claim that the Minnesota state bird is the mosquito. They certainly are big and plentiful. I enjoyed seeing and hearing the haunting but peaceful call of the loon. On an early morning walk, I came within a few yards of a great blue heron. It was magnificent. God has created a beautiful and wondrous world. We need to take time to enjoy it.

This Fourth of July we once again celebrate the independence and liberty secured by the brave patriots and forefathers of our country. They were on a mission. Their determination and sacrifice has made the United States of America the greatest example and bastion of freedom the world has ever known. We reaffirm that mission every time we “Pledge Allegiance” to the flag and “to the republic for which it stands.”

Little Jeremy was on a mission. At six years of age he was visibly moved at the plight of a third world country when his teacher told the class that many children were dying because they did not have clean water to drink.

There are those in the media who have recently pointed out Vice President Cheney’s penchant for the often repeated phrase, “If you will”. Some have asked why he prefers to preface his points with “If you will”. Is it a colloquialism from where he grew up or simply a euphemism? When he adds “If you will” is he just being polite? Is it a bad habit of language he has developed? Is it a deliberate, calculated way of making his point? I personally don’t know why he uses that phrase so much. But perhaps, if you will, it’s not all that important to know the reason why.

I remember the house my father built with his own hands when I was a child. Much of it was built with used lumber. I remember pulling hundreds of nails from the old boards. We mixed the cement ourselves in an old cement mixer. Compared to most homes, it might have been considered just a simple cottage. But it was a labor of love.

I’ve got a more glorious mansion awaiting me in my Father’s House. The carpenter of Nazareth built it with nailed scarred hands. Jesus told His disciples, whose hearts were sorrowful because of their Lord’s predicted death on the cross, “Let not your hearts be troubled, believe in God, believe also in me.

I’ve been fortunate to have some good “bosses” in my life. They encouraged me and brought out the best in me. They were patient and desired to help me reach my fullest potential. I’ve also had a few “bad” bosses over the years. Some were impatient, aloof, intolerant, and verbally abusive to people and cursed those who made a mistake.

My boss is a Jewish carpenter. Like my dad, his hands were calloused, cracked, scarred, and strong. He also died at a relatively young age. He was a hard worker.

My mother almost ruined my life. Oh, she wanted to be a good mother, and she was in many ways. I don’t know where the idea first came to her. Perhaps it was the pop-psychology of the day, or one of Dr. Spock’s brainy ideas. Somehow, she thought that she could either increase my brainpower or make me into another Einstein by making me memorize Mother Goose nursery rhymes. I guess she was desperate for anything that might work. And being her first child, she probably didn’t know any better. So, she cajoled me, bribed me, and inspired me to memorize nursery rhymes at a very young age.

“Her children arise up, and call her blessed, her husband also, and he praiseth her” (Proverbs 31:28). Many mothers live with a sense of guilt and frustration in measuring up to the standards of a good mother. One mother confided in me, “When will my family understand that I am not super-mom? Mothers are people too.”

How does the Bible describe the mother that pleases God? She possesses a sense of spiritual values: faith, courage, prayer, wisdom, joy, trustworthiness, dedication, kindness, and reverence. (Read Exodus 2:2; I Samuel 1:12; Proverbs 31; Psalms 113:9.)

My mom makes quilts. Quilting has almost become a lost art in America, although there seems to be a revival of it as an art form. Years ago quilting was done out of the need for warm bedding. Many women joined “quilting bees” where groups of women who enjoyed one another’s company got together and helped one another.

Quilts are now valued for their artistic form and have become valuable to collectors and treasured as heirlooms. If I had the artistic gifts, skills, and patience (and I don’t), I think that I would make a quilt.

The large living room window is constantly smudged and slathered up by Miki, our golden retriever. When we are gone from the house, Miki stands sentinel anticipating our return. When my wife pulls her car into the driveway, I may not hear anything, but Miki’s ears perk up and she runs to the window, poking her nose through the blinds for a glimpse of her “master’s” return. When the garage door starts to open, she gets even more excited. She starts to whine and bounds to the garage door with a joyful greeting.

In the mornings, after her outdoor romp, she runs to the bedroom door and whines until my wife finally opens the door and lets Miki in. Miki’s joy and compelling desire is to be with her “masters”.

The horrifying carnage in the aftermath of the terrorist’s hijacking of four airliners and the subsequent devastation of the World Trade Center and the Pentagon is almost beyond description. It was truly an attack on America. Terror, grief, anger, disbelief, and fear were common emotions that many experienced in trying to cope with such a tragedy.

Some people were so traumatized that it will take awhile for them to move on. Others are paralyzed or gripped with fear. Some refuse to fly again or enter a skyscraper. One experienced firefighter was so overcome by all the devastation that he had a fatal heart attack.

Having a farm background, I know how important it is to mend fences. It is sometimes a tedious and tiring job, but to neglect it can result in tragedy and loss. When we lived in South Dakota, a rancher friend had several sheep. When a sheep would find a hole in the fence and go through it, the whole flock would usually follow. Occasionally one would get stuck and die struggling to get out. It is imperative to be ever vigilant in mending fences.

Multitudes of marriages and human relationships have been damaged and destroyed because of the neglect of mending fences. We must constantly work at mending relationship fences in marriage, family, church, and the work place. Let us consider seven steps to healing of marriage and human relationships.

If the devil can derail or damage our marriage, he has put a damper on our ministry. Your marriage is your ministry! On Labor Day we celebrate the blessings and the necessity of work. I realize that a good marriage must be constantly worked at, tended to, and nurtured. It must be a ministry priority.

The great comedian and American icon Bob Hope lived to be over 100 years old. No doubt he took his own medicine – “A merry heart doeth good like medicine” (Proverbs 17:22). The amazing thing to many people was that he was married to his wife Dolores for over 69 years.

The world has been blessed by many great men and women throughout history. These great men and women, while passing through this world, have left it a better place. On November 11th our nation has set aside Veteran’s Day to remember and honor those who selflessly served our country in the armed forces. They helped maintain the liberty we enjoy in the United States of America and around the world. Many of them are unsung heroes and patriots. Our hats go off to them! We say, “Thank you for the sacrifices you have made for our freedom.”

What would you consider to be man’s greatest breakthrough? Perhaps you would say that it some new breakthrough in science or technology. Whatever it might be, it pales in comparison of the most earth-shattering event in the history of mankind. Even the great illusionist, David Copperfield, could not duplicate it. Man’s greatest breakthrough was the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead. After dying on the cross for the sins of the world and being laid in a tomb that was sealed with a stone and Roman soldiers standing guard – Jesus Christ arose victorious over death, hell, and the grave. He broke the power of death which is sin (I Corinthians 15:56).

The headlines on the front page of the Centralia Sentinel shocked me and made me sick in the pit of my stomach. “Divorce Rate In Marion County Is Exceeding High, Says Judge.” It quoted circuit court Judge Sauer, who issued a release of the number of divorces in Marion County that showed an 83% divorce rate. The national rate is appalling enough at 50%. The article also touched on some possible contributing factors.

Families and marriages are in terrible turmoil. Is there hope for the institution of marriage? Yes, for the One who instituted marriage in the beginning not only gives hope, but also gives us the greatest marriage manual in the world – the Bible. Your marriage can make it. This article is for those who want their marriage to work and succeed. It is not for those who are unwilling to work at it or those who are unwilling to change and grow.

The Columbia River gorge in Oregon is breathtakingly beautiful. Multnomah Falls is a popular destination for many hikers and tourists. The legend of the falls tells of a beautiful Indian maiden, the daughter of the chief of the Multnomah tribe. The princess was the only child left to her aging father. The chief loved his daughter dearly and picked out a husband for her, a young warrior who was a prince of the Clatsop tribe, whom she loved. The two tribes came together to celebrate the days of the wedding feast. Just before the feast began, a terrible sickness fell on the men of the tribes killing many of them.

Being lost can be frightening. It can cause a person to become disoriented and desperate. One night as a teenager, my cousin and I had to admit that we were indeed lost. I was a bit miffed that Tom, being an avid coonhunter and woodsmen, could get us lost while only hunting a short time. It had become so cloudy that there were no stars visible to guide us back to our truck. So, after much wondering around for a while, we decided to stay put and wait for daybreak. After daybreak, we quickly found our way out.

I could feel and see the tension on the faces of many of the men in our prison Bible study. I had told them that Jesus taught us to relate to God in prayer as our Heavenly Father. (Matthew 6:9) I knew what they were thinking. For many of these men the image of “father” had a negative connotation. Today in America many children have a father who is abusive, distant, or absent. It is heart breaking to know that many children do not know the love and positive influence of a father.

Constantine the Great, emperor of Rome, saw it blazing high in the sky and it changed his life and the course of the Roman Empire. According to Eusebius, while Constantine was fighting his rival Maxentius in 312 he saw in the sky a fiery cross and the words “By this sign conquer.” He adopted the cross as his symbol, killed Maxentius, and issued an edict that Christianity would be tolerated throughout the Roman Empire. Constantine promoted humanitarian reforms and in 321 made Sunday a holiday. He was later baptized on his deathbed. When Constantine lifted high the cross he conquered.

Years ago I came across a placard that read, “Life is fragile – handle with care.” Yes, life is fragile. Several years ago that became more than a slogan and more than a trite cliché. It became all the more too real when grief-stricken, I stood at the graves of my two teenage brothers and a cousin. A drinking driver hit them head-on. Like numerous others, as I stood in the rain that dark afternoon I asked, “Why, God?” One thing I have learned – “Life is fragile.” No one has a guarantee of tomorrow. But there is hope. In high school I had a bumper sticker on my old ’55 Ford that became more than a cliché – “Life is short, but eternity is sure.”

Working in the emergency room of a hospital can be extremely hectic and demanding. Recently my cousin’s wife started a second career as an EMT in the ER. She could tell you how stressful it is at times and yet rewarding.

Perhaps, like me, you feel that you have been in life’s ER for most of your life. Life in the ER is a daily encounter with trauma, tragedy, and tears, but there are also times of joyous triumph. Job was one of the most severely tested men in the Bible. He experienced life in the ER – life full of trauma, tragedy, and tears.

I found it in the ragbag! In our house some articles of clothing too worn out to wear or give away are thrown into a ragbag. They might be utilized later in other assorted ways. I could hardly believe my eyes at what I found in the ragbag – my favorite shirt – my high school football jersey – the one that I’d wear almost everyday, except to church, of course. Now how in the world did it get in the ragbag? You’re right – my wife.

After rescuing my shirt from the ragbag, I marched upstairs to my wife and demanded to know what my football jersey was doing in the ragbag.

Someone in my family thought I am prone to losing my keys. One of the gifts that I received for Christmas was an electronic key finder. It works somewhat but sometimes it works too good. The instructions say to whistle in it then when you lose your keys all you have to do is whistle and the key finder will emit a loud alarm. The trouble is that I whistle a lot. When I’m driving, working, or want our golden retriever to come I whistle. It gets annoying when you whistle a tune and have to contend with the ear-splitting key-finder. Setting the alarm to go off when I clap my hands doesn’t work either. It just so happens that people clap a lot at our church which for some reason can set off my key-finder. I thought about setting the alarm to go off when my wife snores – but our dog snores too.