Ken Page is St. Louis actor interviewed in The October 2012 issue of St. Louis Magazine. He’s been successful on both coasts, involved in both theater and film, and has recently settled back into living and working in St. Louis. His mother says,”It’s like taking a deep…

“You send me in the right direction.”  — Psalm 23:3, The Message A couple of days ago our Conference celebrated the arrival of our new Bishop. In his inspirational sermon at that outstanding service, Bishop Keaton reminded us that “we are…

He restores my soul.  — Psalm 23:3 Our cell phones need to be recharged, and so do we. This Psalm reminds us where to go and how it happens. Literally translated, “He causes my life to return.” Today, let’s stop trying…

He finds me quiet pools to drink from.  Psalm 23:2, The Message It’s our choice. We can take the appropriate action for profound refreshment.  Or not. Our Lord, our Shepherd in Psalm 23, won’t force us. But look at what this…

He lets me rest in green pastures.   —Psalm 23:2 It’s Sunday morning. Traditionally, it’s time for church and Sunday School. Years ago, people talked about “being fed” and “feeding on God’s Word.” The literal point of the “green pastures”…

He lets me rest  —  Psalm 23:2 (Common English Bible) It’s Saturday morning. It’s the weekend. Is yours packed and crazy?  Are you working?  Is there time to catch your breath? Newer versions of The Bible tend to have Psalm…

“I have everything I need.” — Psalm 23:1b One of the advantages of a DVR is that we can fast-forward through commercials.  We sure do that our home. There are still some favorite ones that have at least one of…

The Lord is my shepherd—Ps. 23:1 If that’s true…. Big breath. Exhale. If that’s true, if the Lord really is our shepherd today, what might that mean?

The late, great Dave the Wonder Dog was a walking combo platter of German Shepherd and Labrador.  He buffed out at about 125 pounds. He could be intimidating when necessary. But when it stormed, he trembled.  Then whimpered.  Then cried.…

Joseph’s first ten days of life were spent in a Neonatal Intensive Care Unit. I have sketchy memories of that time, a blurriness which extends for several months. Two conversations are clear, however.  The first was when a  grizzled giant of an elderly…