Author: Fred D

The coronavirus has unexpectedly changed the way most of us anticipated spending Good Friday. Social distancing will restrain family gatherings, church services and activities many of us looked forward to sharing together. But . . . the One whose ultimate sacrifice Good Friday commemorates has, and will never change.  He is here today and everyday…

“When I see the rainbow in the clouds, I will remember the eternal covenant between God and every living creature on earth“. – Genesis 9:16 Social distancing has rapidly become the new universal moniker as our world hunkers down in place to deter corona-virus’s spread. Yet, as with most dire situations, a ‘silver lining’ exists.…

A ‘silver lining’ exists in the Shelter In Place directive the coronavirus pandemic has imposed upon us . . . an unforeseen, yet unknown interval of time to come apart from  civilization’s hectic pace. My morning’s ‘plan nothing’ interval  was spent lying in Nature’s lap, immersed in the silent, calming, exquisite beauty of emerging life.…

Now you know the ‘Hidden Signature’ Ole Freddy saw  . . . I never claimed I was normal 🙂 Wandering through His creation, the massive magnificence of it all never ceases to astound me . . . eagles soaring on the wind . . . beach pounding surfs . . . blazing fire sunsets. Yet,…

Discovering hidden symbols, secret codes, messages and signatures in art and other objects has always intrigued me. Besides being a gifted artisan, Leonardo da Vinci was also an accomplished musician.  Using rolls and hands in the place of music notes he painted a song into The Last Supper. An Italian musician discovered, when he lined…

The present coronavirus pandemic has evoked a global fear and concern unprecedented in modern times. Economies are plunging world-wide; protective gear and virus test kit shortages mount; biotech firms scramble to discover an effective vaccine; and ‘social distancing’ has become the new moniker prompted to mitigate its spread. Detection focuses on three symptomatic questions –…

There’s a line in the song I Hope You Dance that says “I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean” . . . an indescribable feeling commingling creation’s infinite grandeur with mankind’s finite smallness. Such was mine to bask in this past week strolling the sandy shores of Edisto Beach, SC.…

Wandering the vast wilderness reaches of The Last Frontier and the forest stretches of the Great Smoky Mountains are among my life’s greatest joys . . . not to mention, that after nearly six decades, I recently got to ‘milk’ a cow again. A couple of days ago I went to check on a game…

Spent a few moments in DC this morning with some Canadians who decided not to join the typical snowbird flock and head south for the winter. Inquiring about the upcoming presidential election, they honked about how our political system is definitely ‘fowled’ up 🙂

Nestled away in the Great Smoky Mountains witnessing the transition from yesterday’s turbulent, storm fed roaring waters to the peaceful, silent calm of falling snow, I am truly blessed . . .  were that our turbulent world would experience such a peaceful transition. “He spreads the snow like wool and scatters the frost like ashes”. Ps.146:17