Okay, campers, rise and shine, and don’t forget your booties

because it’s COOOLD out there today!

That’s right, rodent lovers!

It’s Groundhog Day!

…When Chekhov saw the long winter,

it was a winter bleak and dark and bereft of hope;

and yet, we know winter’s only one more step in the cycle.

And standing among my friends and family,

and basking in the warmth of their hearths and hearts,

I couldn’t imagine a better fate than a long and lustrous winter.

-Adapted from “Groundhog Day”



No one has been around in a while. People pass by it every day on their way to some place else and hardly give it a thought. Even those who were frequent visitors have forgotten how to get here. Occasionally someone will stop by, perhaps hoping someone will be home, and they think about the owner. “I wonder what happened to him?” they ask, “he just up and left.” The weeds are growing up all around, in and out of the old rotting siding. The windows are now bare and dark and stare into loneliness. It has been said that once, all sorts of interesting people would come into the warm and inviting living room, grab a beer, sit by the fire and join into the conversation; or they would just stop by and sit on the porch swing and listen. Now the voices have grown cold and hollow and the only thing you can hear are the echoes of once glorious parties – the laughter, the music, and the joy. And the sadness. It’s all in the building somewhere if you listen hard enough.


You imagine all sorts of exciting things the owner must be doing – he’s traveling the world in search of some great adventure. Or he’s helping those less needy than himself with self-sacrificing love. Or he’s traveling a great and glorious journey of faith, discovering who he is or should be. But then you realize that the building you are standing in the middle of isn’t abandoned, it’s just neglected out of laziness and apathy, and that makes you cry just a little bit; but just a little bit, and then you move onto your next destination where the conversation and friendships still warm your heart. Your footsteps echo on the wood floor and you open the creaky wooden door slowly as if you really don’t want to leave, but it’s cold and drafty in here and there really isn’t much reason to stay. Looking back one more time into the dark room you notice, just maybe, a very slight glowing ember in the fireplace, and you smile. Just maybe…


Celine Dion & Elvis Presley – If I Can Dream

I haven’t been watching American Idol this year (actually since the first year when our hometown girl, Kelly Clarkson, won it), but this video was great. Check it out.


Okay, campers, rise and shine, and don’t forget your booties

because it’s COOOLD out there today.

It’s Groundhog Day!


This is my annual post for Groundhog Day!

Grace has an interesting post in response to a blog by Mark Driscoll.  You need to go read it if you haven’t already.  And she’s got quite a few comments so leave one if you dare; I couldn’t think of anything to add to the conversation but I don’t think it’s through yet.  Mr. Driscoll’s comment reminds me of the one by the Muslim cleric in Australia.

Ok, I swear this isn’t the Rob Bell Fan Club blogsite.  But just read an article about his “Everything is Spiritual” tour.  This was from Houston, the stop before ours.  Check it out if you are interested.


I've decided, at least for a while, to just maintain this blog.  The one at blogger, while being a little more flexible in design, is still giving me fits (I can't even log on to post this morning).  And readers don't know where to post comments.  I may use the blogger account for something different, I don't know. So, if you are visiting from that site and you link to me, please make your change on my link.  Thanks for reading.


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