As many of you know, my daughter and son-in-law, and their five kids, have been at Oxford the last year, and just got home the night before last. We of course had to have ourselves a barbeque, along with a little synchronized corn on the cob eating in our front yard. And here is a …
Tintagel
Just a couple of quick pictures from the UK. As I have mentioned before, my oldest daughter and family have been at Oxford for the year while Ben has been studying there. And while Ben was with the NSA college tour, the rest of the troops recently went to Tintagel, where Geoffery of Monmouth placed …
Four Generations
God has blessed us with lots of family, in all kinds of directions, and we are of course very grateful for it. But there are interesting subgroups as well. This is a recent photo that was taken of our males with the surname of Wilson, four generations of them. Since God keeps covenant and mercy …
So Check Out the Story
Last week I mentioned that Nate has had a short story published in The Chattahoochee Review. For those of you interested in that story, “Conversations with Tod,” the folks there have now posted an excerpt on their website. It is not just the father in me that thinks this story is going places. Well, actually …
A Fun Deal
I am pleased that the Lord is blessing Nate with good outlets for his writing. A short story called Conversations With Tod is in the current edition of The Chattahoochee Review. Quite a story.
More on Seamus
After Frank Turk taunted me for being a grandfather without pictures of our new number 11, I resolved to do something about it.
Seamus Has Now Joined Us
We continue to thank the Lord for all His blessings to our extended family, and to Nate and Heather specifically. His mercy never fails, His kindness never stops, and His blessings flow to children’s children. This morning our eleventh grandchild was born, at 8 pounds something, and his name is Seamus James Wilson. Seamus is …
But That’s What Everybody Always Calls It
My oldest daughter was recently talking with her youngest son, Judah, who is almost two. He is just moving into that time of life when he is able to identify various parts of his head. “What’s this?” she said. “Chin,” he said. “What’s this?” “Cheek.” And on it went, with him doing very well . …
Some Small Fragments
My father met my mother in the course of the Korean War. He was a naval officer (USNA, class of 50), serving on a destroyer out of Japan, and she was a Canadian missionary in Japan. How they got together is a great story that I should tell sometime. I mention it now simply to …
Eating Spiritually
American Christians continue their hunt for something that will finally justify them, and that they can fit in their mouths. If that could happen, and it can’t, it would be more like Oreo cookies than this. But still . . . HT: Purgatorio