What now? 7 helps for discerning God’s leading in a changing season by Ken Rummer Am I still on the right path? Am I spending time on what’s important? Is it steady as she goes, or time for a course correction? These questions may sound familiar. If you find yourself in a changing season, where-is-God-leading-me… Read more »
February 4, 2022
Sightings
What now? 7 helps for discerning God’s leading in a changing season by Ken Rummer Am I still on the right path? Am I spending time on what’s important? Is it steady as she goes, or time for a course correction? These questions may sound familiar. If you find yourself in a changing season, where-is-God-leading-me… Read more »
Under Construction In the bleak mid-winter when it’s hard to see God at work By Ken Rummer Twelve degrees and cloudy-gray, with snow in the forecast. I’m looking out at Christina Rossetti’s “bleak mid-winter.” Across the trail, the builders have a good start on a house for the last open lot in the new subdivision…. 
Apricot bread and gathered worship Remembering the taste of home by Ken Rummer When people ask about a food that makes the holiday official in my family, the answer I give is apricot bread. I remember one grandmother for her orange bread, and the other grandmother for her yeast rolls, but my mother’s baking… 
Blooming out of season Inspiration from an October iris by Ken Rummer Along the trail by the creek, maple leaves flash red against the yellows of the ash trees. It’s quite a show. And a confirmation that the chill in the air means business. Beside the trail, a low retaining wall holds back a strip… 
Music that can touch the soul César Franck’s “Panis Angelicus” by Ken Rummer I’m working up a violin piece for church. With our choir still on pandemic hold, the call went out for special music and I raised my hand. Have you ever heard music that seemed familiar, even though you were hearing it… 
Berries and nuts Finding courage and hope by Ken Rummer Along the High Trestle Trail, late-summer berries are setting on. Elderberries hang purple from red branches, dressed like Red Hat ladies out on the town. Honeysuckle opts for Christmas colors, setting red balls among still-green leaves. And the clustered white berries of the local dogwood… 
Between the dawns Living the waking moments by Ken Rummer ROY G BIV — that’s the memory hook for the top to bottom colors of the rainbow. I’m seeing them upside down in the early sky, all except for the R and the V. So far, neither red nor violet are in view. My youngest… 
Carving soap and meeting neighbors Our church throws a block party by Ken Rummer Last Friday I coached soap carving. Our church (http://www.ankenypcusa.org) was throwing an outdoor block party for our neighborhood — hot dogs, a bounce castle, donuts made to order, even a fire truck. One of our neighbors offered to play guitar and… 
Face to face with all my stuff: Lazarus, Scrooge, and the Inventory Project by Ken Rummer What would it cost to buy it all back? Early in the pandemic, my wife and I undertook an inventory with the help of a computer program. We entered our possessions, room by room, with photos and a few… 
The mulligan (not a sweater, not a stew) A duffer finds grace in golf by Ken Rummer My tee shot gained altitude, a rare outcome and hopeful. But then it started to curve, bending more and more to the left. This was during the decade of my life when I played a little golf. The…