Daddies

By Sean Dietrich The boy holds his fish as high as he can. His father hugs him and kisses his hair. They make a fine picture together. I’m watching a father and son fish in a state park. They stand shoulder-to-shoulder. After a few minutes, the boy’s rod starts to bend. He screams,...
By Michael Janetis Father’s Day evokes such a wide span of emotions across the board. For some it brings joyful memories of a man who was a reflection of God’s love, provision and protection in our homes. While for others, it’s a reminder of broken promises, disappointments, abandonment, unresolved pain...

Daddy’s Girl

By Lauren Catanese I’m not one for labels. But this one I’m sure to keep. Being my daddy’s girl has changed the world for me. I used to think he read a manual or was just born with all to know. Now that I am older, I’m even more grateful...
By Retired Pastor Dave Holland When he had finished speaking, he said to Simon, "Put out into deep water, and let down the nets for a catch." Luke 5:1-11 Ever had a hard day at work and all you can think of is getting home? You finally walk through the door...

Mother

By Sean Dietrich You’ve met her before. You know her—sort of. You just haven’t had a chance to talk to her yet. Most people don’t get that chance. That’s because she’s a behind-the-scenes woman. She’s hardworking. She’s busy. Most days, she’s at the elementary school, cleaning. She even works Saturdays. She is...
By Lauren Catanese The enjoyment of life doesn’t come from anywhere else except from ourselves. We allow ourselves to feel or not to feel what we do. This is a moment in your life. What is real is what you are currently feeling. Nothing that happens in the future nor...

Easter

By Sean Dietrich It was the worst Easter Sunday ever. People arrived to service dressed in pastels, wearing those big soupy grins. They were happy people. No. Worse than that. They were families. After Daddy died, we were half a family. In the woods behind the church sat a rusted Buick with...
By. Rev. J. Pete Hyde There was something different about that particular morning. When I awoke, I could not put my finger on it, but something was different, something was missing. As I got ready to face another day, I dismissed the wonderings and went about my day, soon forgetting about...
By Rev. J. Pete Hyde The sunny March morning came in with a little breeze as a reminder that it was still spring, and summer had not yet turned on its oven-like heat. The bay was mirror-like as far as the eye could see as they crossed the bridge to...

Last Stop

By Sean Dietrich They stand behind caged doors. They look at you when you walk by. They bark like their lives depend on it. Some have barked so hard they’ve lost their voices. They miss running more than anything. I’m talking about all-out, wide-open, honest-to-goodness running. Their legs were made for this,...

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