Have you ever stepped into another world? I’m sure most of us have entered another world at one time or another in our imaginations during our childhoods. But there are times even as we grow older, if only we are willing to step out of our own busy worlds for a moment and look closely, when we find ourselves in another world. This past month, our family had just such an experience on the Oregon coast. The Oregon coast is made up of rocky shores, crashing waves, and tangled bu

Chapter 5: A secret about bread; the story of Bundt the baker In the middle of the Cranberry Village, there is a tiny, barely noticeable shack that sits by the street in the middle of a long row of shops. And hanging over the door is a crooked sign on which, if you look closely enough, you can barely make out the words “Bundt’s Bakery.” For Bundt the groundhog is far too busy making the best bread in the country to worry about making the outside of his shop fancy. He doesn’t

Have you ever wondered to yourself, “What if I sin after I become a Christian?” The Resurrection of Christ plays a role in helping to answer this question. Whereas last month  we studied why the Resurrection of Christ is such a crucial part of a Gospel presentation, in this devotional I hope you will be encouraged by how that historical event of over 2,000 years past affects you personally today. When Christ died on the Cross, He atoned for your sin and became your propitiat

This year we were blessed to spend several weeks on the Oregon Coast, and we are excited to publish our first video in what we are calling the "Ad-Venturos" series! Join us in a hilarious--and sometimes death-defying--adventure among the rocks and tide pools of the southern Oregon coastline! We hope you will be entertained and challenged to explore God's incredible world.

He knew we were in the water. On the four different occasions that Kelly and I came to swim in the sheltered cove on the coast of Oregon, we saw this same seal. He was watching us carefully. He would poke his head out of the water to peek at us, and when a wave came he would stretch his neck so that he could still see over the crest of the wave. Back and forth he went, popping up on one side of us and then the other. Maybe he was curious? Or maybe he was irritated that we wer

©2025 by Daniel Venturo It was a nice evening on the Oregon coast, and we had decided to take a tide pooling excursion before cleaning up and having dinner. We climbed through the rocks and started finding things—mammoth green anemones, orange and purple starfish, and spiny sea urchins. We called each other over to see tubeworms , new kinds of starfish, or strange gelatinous blobs. Then, as we peered under a large boulder, we saw a lemon! As we gathered around to examine the

“It will let up any minute now!” – a statement we now view as more of a joke Bivouac. Or bivy, for short. Because few of us can actually pronounce “bivouac” properly. Either way, it is just a fancy word for waiting. And yet, it is more than waiting. It is waiting on steroids. Take normal waiting, say, before a doctor’s appointment or standing in line at the DMV, and add wind, rain, mosquitos, hail, or snow. Or all of the above. Lower the temperature to a level that you can ba

What is it this time?” When we arrive at a new campsite, we never know what surprises await us. After over three-and-a-half years of traveling, we still have not encountered all the surprises one might consider. A few weeks ago, the surprise was a major invasion of caddisflies. They were everywhere. Apparently they had just emerged from the nearby Snake River in their adult form, and now they were coating the outside walls of our trailer and doing everything they could to get

Have you ever taken the time to notice the treasures under your feet? Whether you’re walking on the beach, along a trail, or in a gravel parking lot, there are interesting and sometimes spectacular rocks you can find—if you’re looking for them. The sun smiled down on the glassy surface of a lake high in the mountains. Jagged spires ringed the sapphire pool, reflecting their massive outlines into its dark depths. At odd intervals, a chunk of rock came loose on one of the pinna

Chapter 4: The secret to courage; the story of Fenton Frog Fenton Frog is a mailman – or a mail-frog I should say. His job every day is...

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In I Corinthians 15:4, Paul lists the Resurrection as a necessary aspect of the Gospel. So far, we have studied Jesus’ death and all it...

Dense forest thins. Views of jagged peaks become unobstructed. A glassy lake appears over a rise, reflecting each patch of snow that...

It is inevitable. The slog, that is. We can’t avoid it. It is part of every hike, every backpacking trip, every climb, and even every paddle. If we want to go on expeditions – if we want to experience all of the summits and sunsets – we must endure the slog. One of our most memorable slogs happened months ago, in the White Mountains of New Hampshire. We wanted to complete the Presidential Traverse, which is a challenging twenty-some-mile hike that climbs up and down thirteen

The hot spring in this area was part of Sawtooth National Recreation Area, outside of these beautiful Sawtooth mountains. As usual, we...

Chapter 3: The fisherman's secret; the story of Paul the mole There is a pond on the Cranberry Island. It is in a remote, quiet place...

In my last series , we took a long, glorious look at the sacrificial death of Christ and all it means for believers. Yet as you may...

By now we are certain that things will be uncertain. By now we know that something will happen to turn our special day into a harrowing scramble for survival. By now we just go ahead and call it the “date of uncertainty.” Because somehow, the combination of Joe and I going out together is a recipe for some kind of disaster. Every Mother’s Day and birthday since Joe learned to drive, his gift to me has been a day out for just the two of us. His intentions are simple: Buy a sna

This year, it seems like we have found ourselves in slippery situations more often than we’d like. The reason for this boils down to a...

High in the mountains, hidden in small pockets and nooks in the rocks and grass, there are puddles of water. At first glance, these...

“Wait! Sorry guys – here’s another one!” “Okay, I’m coming – oh! Another! And another!” The boys stood patiently as our short afternoon hike was again interrupted. By Kelly and me. We just couldn’t help it. It started with a small patch of mountain bluebells. We were all trekking along at a brisk pace, the way we like to hike, when I stopped dead in my tracks. The flowers, some of them so blue they seemed to glow, were too stunning to pass by. But when I got out my camera to

It was our third backpacking trip in the Wind River Mountains. When we started out from the trailhead, with breakfast in our stomachs and...

Chapter 2: The most important thing; the story of Whisk the squirrel In the little village of Cranberry by the sparkling Cranberry bog,...

There is little need for talking about it; there is just doing it. One of the things we learned in our backpacking adventures is the need...