On the left is the back side of a white house with a tall brick chimney. In the center is a lot of hilly snow. There are leafless trees in the background.

An acquaintance of mine once walked the Appalachian Trail, or most of it, a classic expression of the historic American passion to get “back to nature.” Much as I have long aspired to be a true red, white, and blueRead More →

“A shoot shall come forth from the stump of Jesse…” (Is. 11:1) In front of our old farmhouse in southwestern Maine, I witnessed a sign from heaven this past summer. Several years ago, we called in a tree-man to cutRead More →