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Articles by Dean Kellio

Sometimes I think the world could be fixed if we just had a roll of duct tape large enough. If we were marooned in the wilderness with only a bag containing a roll of tie wire and Velcro we could probably survive for years. Throw in a Swiss army knife along with a can of WD-40 and we could, maybe, live comfortably for decades.

Although these items would come in very handy, the only thing we really would need in that bag was a bible, the inspired word of God.

It turned midnight as the last pot was washed, rinsed and placed back up on the galley rack that hung above the grill in the kitchen. The head chef, sous chef and prep assistant also hung up their aprons on the hooks by the door before switching off the lights and locking the door to the kitchen.

There had been a good turn out that night, the poached salmon, sautéed leeks and garlic sorbet had been a great hit and sold out within the first few hours of the evening meal. Although the head chef had not anticipated this, he had a backup plan to serve pasta ala nirvana.

Carrie was born with several genetic childhood diseases. She was the middle child in a family who were trying to make their way in a new place, the state of Oregon. 

“God is still on the throne and prayer changes things!” said the voice on the radio.

Harold thought about that for a moment as he drove to work. He had had a fight with his wife the night before and left the house early the next morning without saying goodbye. While cruising down the freeway Harold did not close his eyes but connected with his Creator through a short prayer.

“Lord, please soften my heart and help me to show my wife more kindness.”

The portrait hung on the north wall of the great hall. The image that was preserved was a commanding presence that filled up the ancient stone wall almost completely. It truly was a beautiful representation of a king.  The artist had demonstrated incredible skill in capturing his subject’s spirit on a rough canvass while only using his imagination, five colored tubes of oils and a palette knife.

I was walking towards my house with hands full of books, groceries and a coffee cup that was full to the brim. As I tried to open the latch to the gate, my coffee cup spilled out, dousing all my Bible study material.

Life is so busy and our hands so full of things that at times it can be overwhelming. But even though life’s pressures were pushing down on me, I was determined to see all the blessings in my life.

We had just arrived on the mountain for a huddle at camp May Mac, a secluded Santa Cruz Christian camp.

Small contingents of my wife’s family, fifty-five in all, was just getting out of their cars and were busy hugging and shaking hands. The Santa Cruz Mountains are beautifully placed between the beach town of Santa Cruz and the major metropolitan area of San Jose, California. A gentle westerly was blowing and everything in bloom was sending out fragrances of spring into the air.

Pastor Doug was running late as always as the line at the bank drive-thru began to lurch forward. He had to make a deposit for the church, speed home to eat dinner then be back out on the road to make a pastoral visit at Mercy Hospital. Even though the bank’s drive thru was three lanes wide, it was Friday and everyone was making deposits before the weekend.

Prophecy, getting information on events before they happen, can be insightful, a bit disturbing and frightful all at the same time. For instance, knowing that the date of your death was fast approaching, what would you plan to do, write or say before the dreadful day dawned? Would you plan a bucket list, spend time with family or right wrongs done to other people in your life?

Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. put it beautifully in his well-known speech.

Springtime is a wonderful season to observe as it unfurls before our eyes. Leafless, deciduous trees that have been asleep for months magically bud, swell and burst open to unfurl new growth that quickly spreads out to soak up the sun. Bees are always busy, but at springtime they seem to be in hyper drive and all the more motivated to collect nectar from every flowering plant, shrub, bush and tree they can find.