God, Our Father

God, Our Father

Sitting here with my grandson on my lap, the words of a song came floating into my soul, a song often sung on Sabbath evenings. It’s No. 210 in Warrior Songs, written by Rose Tiedeman: “The Sabbath Steals Upon Us.” The words I especially liked were in verse two: “Dear...
Take Refuge

Take Refuge

Yesterday my wife and I were at Union Square in New York City. We sell our maple goods, honey and beef there every Monday and Wednesday year round. At times it is quite surreal as you leave the peaceful mist-covered mountains of the Catskills, and three hours later...
In Due Season, We Will Reap

In Due Season, We Will Reap

For today, we reprint a Friday email from the late David Murray, first written in July 2000.Dear people of the living God,How many times do we look around us and sigh and groan over the condition of the world. Our hearts ache and our spirits grow...
Praise Him

Praise Him

On my morning walk, I often meet Ron, an 87-year-old retired lobster fisherman. About a year ago he lost his lower leg. Today he walks with a prosthetic leg almost as well as he did before. Perhaps being an outstanding athlete has helped him at this time. He lives in...