Soft Stones

Grace and Truth are the foundations of the Christian faith.

Field Notes On The Jesus Way

Everyone has a person in their family that is hard to love. If you don’t know who the person in your family that is particularly challenging to love, chances are it is you. It is quite a sobering thought to imagine that I am someone’s hard to love person. In our family the hard to love person was my maternal grandfather: Oscar Lee Johnston.

Oscar Lee Johnston Oscar Lee Johnston

He was a grumpy old cowboy from west Texas. He only had an 8th grade education and for a few years when my mother was a little girl he was a Baptist preacher, but then he decided that making money was more important than winning souls so he went back to combining wheat up and down the Midwest from Texas to Canada.

He was an old man when I was born and much older than his years. He smoked a pipe so…

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Soul Sustainabilty

Field Notes On The Jesus Way

The grass withers, the flower fades; but the word of our God will stand forever. Isaiah 40:8

He has made everything beautiful in its time. Also He has put eternity in their hearts… Ecclesiastes 3:11

Last August I hiked the Oregon section of the Pacific Crest Trail. It was 440 miles through the Cascade Mountains of central Oregon. I met a lot of very interesting people. People from many foreign countries like Switzerland, Finland, Australia, Ireland, and Texas.

One young lady was hiking with her dog, Zoe. She had long brown hair with strands of gray streaking through her braids. I came upon her sitting in the shade one afternoon trying to cool down in 93 degree heat reading a Steinbeck novel. We chatted about Mr. Steinbeck for a while and then I moved on.

PCT sign

Two hours later I was taking a break in the shade of a tree…

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The Heart of Oso

Rush of my Heart

Why would I chase sleep tonight when I know I’ll never catch it?

I’d rather linger here, here by the fire, long after this day falls away like the rain and a new one begins.

How do I tell you about that day? How do I begin to express the feelings rooting me together?

ImageWe were driving on March 22nd when I got a text from my brother.

“Making sure you’re safe – landslide on 530.”

We talked for a minute more, enough to know that neither one of us really knew anything – except that my dad was heading into it to act as a chaplain.

I had no idea.

I had no idea. 

We continued on through the snowy mountains, the road carrying us towards the beautiful Bavarian village of Leavenworth for my pre-birthday trip. The long drive through the logging towns and quiet, frost covered woods was just…

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