Yevet Tenney

As I watch the little plants pop through the soil and reach heavenward, I am reminded of the infinite power of faith and the grain of mustard seed.

Let it be a glorious occasion where many stand to witness that indeed we put our feet in His tracks and let our hands be His hands in extending mercy across the span of our lives.

There is a movement afoot in America to discredit the Founding Fathers and to spread the pernicious lie that this nation was not founded on Christian principles.

With the vestiges of winter snows swirling around me, and the icicles dripping from the roof, I wonder about Al Gore’s global warming theory.

As the unrest in the nation continues to unfold, I turn more often to the Holy Scriptures searching for answers to life’s challenging questions.

This morning I climbed in my van and caught a glimpse of a silver thread of hair mingled with the normally brownish-gold ones. I wasn’t horrified or even sad. I deserve those sliver threads; after all I am at the tail-end of a half a century, and I have seen a few sunrises and sunsets in my young life.