Sunday, May 10, 2026
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The legend of the accursed camera

  I do not believe I am superstitious. I do not think that what I do in any particular area of life has an impact on any other area. I ignore Friday the 13th.

Pastor's Blog - Hacking at Golf

  My children and grandchildren dragged me out to a local golf course a couple of weeks ago. You know – one of those fantastic summer days in the middle of March.
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Pastor's Blog - 'He could have given up!'

  I Corinthians 13:7   Love Endures All Things Jesus, who was one with God, infinite and all powerful, could have called it quits when he found out he was to be confined to the finite space of a womb and the weakness and frailty of a human body.

10 years...

Venus was looking over my shoulder. I wonder what Grandpa would have thought of that. I am sitting, right now, on the concrete slab that when I was born was used to support the metal framework of a corn crib.

A sad reminder of what opponents have in common

  This afternoon, when the Vinton-Shellsburg boys track team travels to the Solon track meet (although the event is being held in Tiffin due to construction on the Solon track), it will be encountering a city, and a school district, in mourning.

Letter to the Editor-New taxes coming

  New taxes coming with the Affordable Health Care Act: (1) Individual and employment mandates to purchase health insurance. (2) Medicare Payroll tax hike from 2.

Pastor's Blog - Easter Sunday and the Resurrection of the Dead

  Have you ever heard the phrase, “Dead Men Don’t Tell Tales”?  There’s even a song titled with this phrase.  I’m not sure how popular the song is (the song I viewed on YouTube only had 132 hits), but I’m quite sure that thoughts of death and the dead are not popular.
Article Thumbnail. The area where this picnic shelter is located was once a corn crib.

A grandfather's moment to celebrate nature and progress

  Ari (short for Arianna) got halfway across the bridge and sat down. It was a moment this grandpa has been dreaming of for years. Nobody noticed in the spring of 2003, shortly after I arrived in Vinton, that I had begun clearing the brush and weeds from the woods and pasture of the area we still call "Grandpa's farm, although he's been gone for almost 10 years.