Pastor's Devotions by Tim Harris

This past week, Kim and I attended a pastor’s conference at the Hershey Lodge and Conference Center. Of course, everything at the hotel was Hershey chocolate themed. When you checked in, you received a chocolate bar for each person. There were Hershey images all over the hotel—e.g. Hershey bars, Reese’s cups, etc. The wallpaper in the bathroom was decorated with Hershey kisses. The little bottles of shampoo, conditioner, and lotion were all cocoa-infused. And, as you walked through the hallway you couldn’t help but pick up the smell of cocoa that I believe was infused through the airducts.  In fact, just about wherever you went you picked up the fragrance of chocolate.  Now, don’t get me wrong. I love chocolate (especially dark, which they did not give you!). But I wasn’t quite sure I wanted my body and hair to smell like chocolate. And, after a couple of days I was done with the feeling that, at any moment, someone was going to show up and hand me a cup of hot chocolate. Believe it or

Like many of you who live in suburbia, we have a number of unwanted visitors who come into our yard and do in it whatever they like. No, I’m not talking about neighbors or the kids who live around the block. I’m referring to the deer who come around multiple times per day, eat whatever they like, and leave behind “evidence” of their visit! They have even created their own path that goes from our front yard, across our side yard, to the neighborhood behind us.  Like most people, I think deer are beautiful creatures. I really have nothing personal against them. But when they come in a herd that includes two to three doe, two bucks with full antlers, and a few fawn, that becomes way too many visiting at one time. And, when I pull into our driveway and find a few of them in front of my car or on the lawn, staring me down as if to say, how dare I show up at my own home…well, at that point they’ve crossed a line!  At that point they have really become unwanted visitors!  Thus I, like many of

Last Friday I had what I would call, “a failed run!” That is, partly through my long run for the week, I bailed out—something I had never done before. Let me explain.  I left my home at about 6:30 am in order to beat the heat that was supposed to set in later that day. Although it wasn’t yet all that warm, the humidity was extremely high. (Later, I learned it was close to 80%.) I had mapped out a 12 mile run and began it feeling pretty well. I had with me a small bottle of electrolyte drink and an energy gel. And things were going great for about the first 4-5 miles. By about mile 5, however, my shirt was soaking wet. I felt like I was carrying a 3-4 pound weight on my back. At mile six I realized that my legs were feeling heavier and heavier and my pace was getting slower and slower. At that point, I didn’t think I was going to make it all the way back home. So, I did something I had never done before: I called my wife, Kim, who was yet at home, and told her I only had about one mile

Last week I once again attended the US Open Tennis Championships in Flushing Meadows, Queens, NY with my brother Chris. It was a great day filled with lots and lots of tennis as we went from one match to another; we watched about nine hours’ worth that day! And being that it was the third day of the tournament (Wednesday), all of the singles matches we watched were second round matches. That means by that point in the tournament, half of the players who began the tournament on Monday had already been eliminated.  In case you don’t know how a tournament like this works, a “major” (as this level of tournament is called) begins with 128 singles players—i.e., 128 men and 128 women. As each round is played, half of the players are eliminated. Thus, in six rounds of play the 128 who began on day one have been whittled down to the two who will play in the finals for the championship trophy (and lots of cash!). By the seventh round—i.e., the finals—126 players have been eliminated.  I think we