The Atheist

I was just arriving home. I had walked up our street dragging my suitcase behind me as I had just taken MAX from the airport into Beaverton and walked the three miles from there.  That’s when our neighbor saw me.  He shouted out joyfully and waved: “Hey?  Are you running away?” “Nah.” I laughed. “I…

Enjoy Portland, Share Jesus

Rebecca, a good friend, and I took the MAX from Beaverton to Pioneer Square in downtown Portland. We were to join the ranks of those who were volunteering two days before the “Compassion to Action” weekend of worship and speakers to flood Portland with the love of Jesus.  We arrived at the tent in the…

Speak Life

My friend Rebecca starts her day by getting a diet soda at her a local 7-11. I tell her it is one addiction that continues to bear incredible fruit! Here’s what occurred a few months ago: An interruption of a loud explosion invades the sounds in her mind. She is a spiritually sensitive person and…

Encountering Redemption

The island of Jersey, one of the Channel Islands, was occupied by the Nazis during WWII from 1940 to 1945. This summer while vacationing with my good friend David Luce there, I experienced some of the ways the folk on the island have worked to heal from that season. David, who grew up on the…

Discouragement and Hope

In the middle of a prayer time, January 23rd, the Lord spoke: “Son, I am FOR you.  I love you.  Sometimes you give in to the doubt of Moses (see Exodus 4) — that you are not good enough, strong enough, not eloquent enough.  All about not measuring up. Yet you measure up to my…

This Camino

The reason my blog site is called Camino2016 is rooted in having walked that path then. However, walking that Camino taught me that all of life is a path, a Camino that we each are walking at our own paces. And these many Caminos encounter mishaps. One of these when we “run out of gas.” Now, on…

I’ll Bring Them To You

It was 6:10 pm on a dark and stormy Friday night. Karen was not home, and I had been painting some that day on a canvas. It was an adventuresome painting. It was not going as I wished, but that was normal for paintings. I had just finished dinner. Then, a knock came at the…

Dear Mom,

This post has taken me a long time to write.  That’s telling really.  You and I were a difficult puzzle. But I remember:  We were sitting across the table from one another, at that Italian place for lunch, in Hemet, California.  The year was 1989.  I had just remembered the abuse, in the first flashback,…

Dear Dad,

Dear Dad, Yesterday your great grandson was born and he shares your name – Burton! When I read that Susanna and Collin had named him Gregory Burton, it struck me that, if you were still around, you’d be 96 this year, and you would have loved meeting him. When I heard his name,  I began…

Jesus and $2.75

This came from a friend, Rebecca, who with her husband Brian was at Fred Meyer’s, a local department store recently.  She shared this on Facebook and after reading it, I asked her if I could share it on this blog. She is a woman with a deep love for Jesus and a simple desire: to…