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Crossing the Fence

As a boy, my father played semi‑professional baseball in Grandville, Michigan. He earned a few dollars each game, but money was tight, and our family often couldn’t afford tickets. Mom, ever resourceful, usually found a way to get us in, … Continue reading

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Those Mysterious Orbs

The image below was the first orb photograph I ever captured. Up to that point, I wasn’t aware of orbs, so spotting one was quite a shock. A patient had just passed away, and since the family wanted to proceed … Continue reading

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The Bow That Broke My Chains

I can still remember that first time I bowed to the Buddha… such a simple act, and yet perhaps the most defiant and difficult thing I have ever done. I have not lived the life of a saint. I’ve been … Continue reading

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Remembering The Eleven

Memorial Day 2026 Remembering the Eleven In 1984, Congressman Henry B. Gonzales awarded me the Purple Heart in San Antonio, Texas. I had not received it in 1968, when I was wounded during Operation Mallard Duck—a mission that was never … Continue reading

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New Life

There are mornings when I wonder if forgiveness can reach me—if the slate can ever be wiped clean. I’ve carried mistakes like stones in my pockets, heavy reminders of what can’t be undone. But somewhere along the way, I realized … Continue reading

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The Inner Flame

Perhaps one of the most wonderful experiences life offers us is the chance to fall in love. For some, love comes naturally; for others, the journey is difficult… and some search their whole lives without ever finding it. I have … Continue reading

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Surrender

How does one begin to write the final chapter of their Life, knowing that the last two words, THE END, will be added by someone other than themselves? I have escaped the scythe of the Grim Reaper on so many … Continue reading

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Becoming Cosmic Beings

We are born into stories—some whispered by parents, some sung in churches, some carried by nations. They shape us, but they do not define us. With time, we learn that truth is not fixed in the words of others, but … Continue reading

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Liberty in Chicago

In 1966, I was training at the Great Lakes Naval Base outside Chicago. I had enlisted in the Navy with the conviction that destiny was pulling me toward Vietnam, where I imagined myself serving as a Marine Corps medic. That … Continue reading

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The Lantern

This verse was just recently inspired by a long-time friend who still believes I have lost my way. I do not doubt that the concern is real; however, for them, to accept anything not in the Scriptures is to go … Continue reading

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