In 30 days....

Daffodil Snow …the 12-inches of snow that dropped on New Hampshire yesterday, will have melted. The spring peepers will be peeping, sunning themselves on the thin crust of ice covering the vernal pond. When the daffodils and tulips, followed by swollen dogwood and black raspberry buds appear, it will be easier to imagine what now seems impossible – the feeling of warm sunshine on bare arms while picking berries, or the laughter of my children riding ocean waves. While nature isn’t always stable and constant, with occasional storms, earthquakes and hurricanes reminding us of its power, it is far more dependable and stable than human sin-nature, drawn to chaos. (Job 5:7)


The Real Story of Thanksgiving

With parents arguing over elementary Thanksgiving costumes, it’s clear the last several generations haven’t a clue as to the real history of America. Instead, their primary focus is one of being inoffensive, which only makes them all the more offensive.

The Indians, no doubt, got a bum rap on many land deals. On the other hand, the American Indian tribes needed a little spiffing up, no strangers to human sacrifices, warfare, and cannibalism, not exactly the makings of innocents. Europeans had a far superior culture due to their superior God. Unfortunately, visit the major historical centers such as Cape Cod and Plimoth Plantation (where I’m pictured, sweeping out a cabin), and you’ll hear a revisionist history being shared – one of corn-stealing Pilgrims and abused Indians. Given the politically-correct atmosphere gripping Amerika – a country soon not to be equated with freedom, I appreciate Rush Limbaugh’s telling of the authentic Thanksgiving story.