As our nations’ capital remains in gridlock, and many government employees face the fallout of a record long partial government shutdown, our dairy farmers are staggering amidst the fallout of four years of low milk prices. My job as a veterinarian brings me into the barns of dairy farmers all across western New York State, and it is nothing new for the conversation to land on the milk price. This is not surprising, since 2019 marks the fourth year in a row that many of the farms that I service have been losing money daily, and there is no indication that this trend will change anytime soon!Read More
Grace Notes Blog Posts
As I write this, I am looking around my undecorated home wondering when our family is going to find the time to get our Christmas tree and the rest of the holiday décor out. As December is now upon us, I am ashamed that I have waited so long. You see, I am one of those annoying people that loves the sights and sounds of the holidays. The 24-hour Christmas music station has been blasting since the day after Halloween. It’s the most wonderful time of the year and I feel like Buddy the Elf most days. Read More
Open up the Christian book catalogs or get on social media and you will see countless Christian books coming out for women. Some are very solid with good theology that I can’t wait to read, so I add them to my Amazon cart as soon as possible. It’s unfortunate though, that the majority of these books written for Christian women assist in the feeding of our flesh and promote self help. Read More
At the mention of Halloween, most people think of kids having fun dressing up and collecting as much candy as they can. It is a time to have some extra fun with hay rides and haunted houses. Dusk comes early and there is ample opportunity to enjoy being scared of what is imagined to be in the dark. Yet, is there more to Halloween than just fun, games, and wild imaginations? Is there really something lurking in the shadows that we can’t see? Read More
Seventeen years ago, on a picture perfect September morning, four planes took off into the beautiful blue morning sky never to return to an airport again. Nineteen men aboard these planes were set on a suicide mission to use these jets, full of passengers, as weapons of mass destruction against innocent civilians. Three planes hit their mark, one into each tower of the World Trade Center in Manhattan, NY, completely destroying the towers, and one into the Pentagon in Washington D.C. The fourth plane crashed into the Western Pennsylvania countryside. Almost 3000 people lost their lives that fateful day in September, in one of the most egregious acts of aggression our country has ever seen. It seemed as if we all suffered loss that infamous day, if not the loss of a friend or loved one, then the loss of naivety and a sense of security. Though terrorism was nothing new around the world, that day it became real to those of us who call the United States home. Shortly thereafter, a new phase arose in our nation’s vocabulary- “The War on Terror;” a war that has continued for seventeen years and still seems to have no end in sight.
The airport in the capital city of our adopted country is an interesting place to meet a certain brand of foreigner traveler: contractors, diplomats and para-military, normally single and alone, attracted by the high salaries or adventurous experiences offered here. "Milo" (not his real name) sat down next to a colleague and myself while we were waiting to board the next flight. I was tired and ready for a break, not in the mood for conversations with strangers. But God had an appointment lined up.
It was a beautifully bright sunny and hot late July morning in 2017. The heavy morning dew had recently evaporated away by the heat of the sun. It was time to resume harvesting wheat, and I had no time to spare. You see, for the past couple of weeks it seemed that just about every time the wheat was dry enough to combine, it rained. The wheat was starting to sprout because of all the rain, and it needed to get out of the field and into a dry bin. As was typical for this season, the forecast for this particular day was chance of showers in the early afternoon, and I still had two other farmers counting on me to harvest their wheat after I finished this job! To top it all off, we were missing our lake side camping reservations in the Adirondack mountains, and my wife and kids were waiting for me to finish combining so that we might be able to salvage at least part of our vacation (on a dryer, “normal” year, wheat harvest would have been finished a couple weeks earlier). Read More