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Posts by Gary Massey

Don’t Forget the Good

I spend the better part of an hour in blistering sun and choking humidity to get all the weeds and grasses out of the flower beds. I am drenched in sweat, with an aching neck when I finish. After pulling all the roots from the soil, the beds look like they have been freshly plowed, ready to accept new seed that can…

Dried Branches

Outside our back door, we have two narrow flower beds. We had guests coming for dinner, so I finally took the time to pull all the weeds from the beds (there were no flowers, but that’s a different article). As I pulled the weeds which were really just lawn grass, I laid them on the bricks that lined the bed. After pulling…

What Is Truth?

Pontius Pilate was a powerful Roman governor with the final authority on whether Jesus would be crucified, or set free. During their encounter, Pilate showed the depth of the callouses that encased his heart. When Jesus confessed that Jesus is a king who came to testify to the truth, Pilate said, “What is truth?” (John 18:38). Of course, Pilate believed the truth…

Breaking the Seal

The black seats in my pickup truck do not like the sun (or they love it too much). When they sit in direct sun, they get so hot you can barely sit on them. So, I usually try to park so they don’t get direct sun. And I roll the windows down a little, to let the collecting heat escape. Several days…

Not Afraid to Die

When I walked into the Intensive Care unit, my dad was a little bit drowsy. The back of his bed was raised, but he looked very relaxed. He was waiting for heart surgery to bypass the clogs in three veins around his heart. We talked about diabetes and sugar and smoking (he quit over 35 years ago). I tried to avoid talking…

Superficial Religion

I was walking through a restaurant when I saw a family praying. The dad was speaking in tones too low to hear. The mom and dad were sitting on one side of the booth by the window. A son, about 12 years old, was sitting with his sister, about 9 years old, on the other side. The children’s faces looked angelic with…

Losing Connection

Ever since I was a little boy, barbers and hair-stylists have cut my hair with clippers and scissors. They put a cape around my shoulders and go to work. When they finish cutting, they take a brush and sweep my neck and shoulders. The hair falls onto the floor. A broom sweeps the hair into a dust pan which carries it to…

The Greater Revolution

This week, we celebrate the founding of our country … the Declaration of Independence and the Revolution that followed. For our family, this means barbecue, baseball, swimming, and fireworks – with a lot of catching up and remembering and laughing. But celebrating our family history and blessings is a way to celebrate the sacrifices that made these blessings possible. Saturday, I saw…

Do Religious People Live Longer?

In 2012, obituaries in the Des Moines Register were analyzed for religious affiliation. Out of more than 500 deaths, the people whose obituary listed a religious connection lived an average of 9.45 years longer than those whose obituaries did not include religion. A follow-up study was done covering 42 major U.S. cities. That study showed that religious people lived an average of…

Bind Up the Wounds

As the 6 year-old races his bicycle down the steep, paved path, the handle bars begin to wobble back and forth. Being new to bicycle riding, the boy holds on as best he can. But pretty soon, the handle bars turn sideways. The bike pitches forward. The boy puts his hands out to break his fall. The pavement claws his fingers and…