Posts By: Ken Rummer

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Red-tailed hawk A close encounter     by Ken Rummer                       A large flapping draws my attention through the window. A red-tailed hawk has just touched down on the cedar railing of the deck and is now scanning the yard and the trail beyond. Brown… Read more »

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Light A tour detour by Ken Rummer “What do you want to see while you’re in Geneva?” The host of our Swiss tour for clergy and laity was wondering. I hesitated. After all, my top choice wasn’t one of the usual Reformation tour highlights. “I’d like to see the New Testament manuscripts.” I had read… Read more »

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What Do I Know Of Joy Four Reflections by Ken Rummer   What do I know of joy? I know the feeling of walking out of the doctor’s office, fearing the worst but finding out it’s not that but something much less scary, something treatable, not life-threatening, and the doctor says, “Go. Live.” and the… Read more »

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Presented To A girl and a Bible   By Ken Rummer “Did you write this?” I glanced at the page. Squarish letters in black ink with variable width strokes. Just the kind I used to make with a chisel-end pen. Just the kind I inscribed on numerous baptismal certificates and wedding records over the years…. Read more »

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The Trail An Invitation by Ken Rummer   There’s a trail I’d like to show you, the one that passes behind our place. It was part of the appeal of the property for me. For some reason, “By the High Trestle Trail” seemed like an address of some distinction. Now I get to live here…. Read more »

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Silence as praise The sound of no hands clapping by Ken Rummer     When the music ended, nobody clapped. I was the guest violin soloist for a performance with the high school concert band in the next town. It was their winter concert, to a full house. We were playing music by John Williams,… Read more »

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Drawing with smoke Skywriting and other short-lived arts by Ken Rummer   The line is thin and gray, and loopy in an old-fashioned, cursive way. I notice it, quite by chance, through the glass of the sliding door to the deck, and it draws me to the pane for a closer look.  An elegant, gently… Read more »

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Growing old Encore time? by Ken Rummer     Ut enim non omne vinum, sic non omnis natura vetustate coacescit. As indeed not every wine, so not every person with the passage of years grows sour.   Cicero, De Senectute (On Old Age), from section 66, my translation   Now that I’m retired, I find I’m wondering more about… Read more »

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  Pentecost Possibilities and Surprises by Ken Rummer Red banners. Strange tongues. Wind and fire. Pentecost Sunday (May 20) is almost here!  The keynote story can be found in the second chapter of Acts, but my excitement for the day goes back to another story, a surprising one from my own life. Toward the end… Read more »

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Measuring A Life Wonderings, Fears, and Taking Stock by Ken Rummer Now in the seventh decade of my life, I wonder how I have done. Has my life been well-lived? Have I made the most of it? Has it mattered? As a teenager, I had a Peanuts cartoon on my wall. Snoopy is resting/sleeping on… Read more »