by Don Zoller
My height has always been a problem. Do you know what it’s like to grow up and always be the short straw? Kids at school called me, “runt”—undersized and weak! I just didn’t fit into any of their games. As an adult, I was tolerated, but rarely included. I was always odd-man out!
by Don Zoller
I was sitting on a rock overlooking the Jordan River at the place where John began baptizing a short time ago. Today, in this very same place, many people were trusting in Jesus—amazing!
“Peter, come over here with the rest of us.” That’s Jesus. I’d better go see what He wants. “Mary and Martha, our friends in Bethany, just sent me a message that Lazarus, their brother, is sick.“
by Don Zoller
It was a three-day walk in the heat of a blistering sun—the walk from Bethsaida on the shores of the Sea of Galilee into the Galilean hill country—all up hill!
Hi, my name is Philip. I was among the last who were called by Jesus to follow Him. But now, all Twelve of us were ready to go! . . . Somewhere?
The Day We Lost Four Good Men
By Don Zoller
The rays of early morning light shimmered on the cascading ripples of the Sea of Galilee. Yet, even at this early hour, men were busy working: off-loading fish caught during the previous night, inspecting and repairing their nets, and cleaning the decks of their boats.
By Don Zoller
I couldn’t sleep! I tried every trick to quiet my mind. Even counted the sheep I remembered seeing in the pasture next to our camp. Nothing worked. Just kept tossing and turning for I don’t know how long with reoccurring disturbing thoughts that seemed to go nowhere . . .
Yesterday was a rough day. It was hot! We did a lot of walking and met a lot of people—mostly disagreeable people. I think most of us really didn’t see much purpose in what we were doing. Going here, and going there! Why? We ended the day perplexed and very exhausted.