by Pastor Mark Fisher
December 6, 2016
Never before had the words made any sense; for the first time in my life I actually understood the words of this most beautiful Christmas carol.
Short stories with spiritual principles from the life experiences of Pastor Mark
November 15, 2016
My big brother was a beast, or at least I thought so when I was a boy. He was six years older and six times bigger than me! And unfortunately, I was his favorite guinea pig! He was also very devoted to experimentation; he would lay awake developing new methods of torment. Well maybe not, but to a ten year old runt it sure seemed like it.
November 10, 2016
It was the perfect morning for duck hunting, cold and cloudy with ice forming on the lakes. We had been anticipating this hunt for days. Our destination was a remote lake in a wilderness area of northern Minnesota which seldom saw hunters; and being late October meant that the Canadian born ducks would be flying south at this very time.
October 27, 2016
Sorry folks, northern Minnesota beats western Colorado hands down when it comes to parasites; both in quantity and variety. Besides the dreaded mosquito, there are sand flies, deer flies, horse flies, black flies, deer ticks, wood ticks, no-see-ums and other nameless creatures! Also, the lakes are blood sucker (leech) hatcheries. And they have one thing in common; they all want your blood to keep their species from becoming extinct. As far as I know there are no "save the parasites" action groups, so they must be holding their own. Enough bragging...
October 20, 2016
This August trip to Minnesota was different; it was his last. The 25 year old man was dying of AIDS. Outwardly, he was weak and thin, weighing only ninety pounds, with his physical life quickly ebbing away. Internally, he was grappling with the concepts of life, death and eternity.
October 3, 2016
A letter had been written. A decision had been made for the young man who had no hope.
September 20, 2016
The dilemma was unmistakable! I had no idea which way to go and to make it worse, my parents had no idea that I was lost. For an eight-year-old boy that is a bit of a problem.
September 15, 2016
Summer was blissful in northern Minnesota, for it was the time of the year that you could in some way enjoy the outdoors. You could fish to your heart’s content, boat and canoe, swat mosquitoes all day long and actually swim in the lakes instead of driving on them. But it also meant camping, and even better yet, camping in the Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness (BWCA) near our home. We often went fishing or camping in the BWCA for it had large lakes, great fishing and few people.
September 8, 2016
The rain was coming down in sheets, the thunder was rolling and we were stuck in a mud hole in the bush of eastern Uganda. But it was unforgettable!
August 18, 2016
With the snow melting and the ice leaving the lakes, springtime in northern Minnesota was psychologically welcomed. (The long winters can cause psychosis in some.) I could hardly wait to go fishing. And so it was, a quickly planned overnight hike to a backwoods trout lake with 3 young teens (I talked them into it). Plus the weather appeared unusually warm for this time of year.
July 28, 2016
I was not a happy camper! It was a cold winter’s night in northern Minnesota; I was 15 years old and at the mercy of others regarding transportation. The dilemma was we lived 5 miles from the nearest form of civilization, the old rough-edged community of Winton.