So this is Christmas… is it? My life used to run on the calendar. School starting, moves toward Halloween, to Thanks… but now everything ends in a question mark. School? Halloween? I have become an expert at rapid at home covid tests. Waiting fifteen minutes to see blue lines… like a pregnancy test of doom. […]Read more "Peace"
The jailer brought them into his house and set a meal before them; – Acts 16:34a All of Granny’s possessions are slowly flowing out to the family. Aunt Susie, after a busy day of packing, found the VHS movie recordings. Granny often used the VHS timer to tape movies and watch later. So Aunt Susie […]Read more "Ending"
The concert tragedy in Houston brought me back to the only time I was in a mosh pit. In college I went with my friend Brett downtown to see POD. A Christian band, bent on outreach, one of the other bands led with the chat “F— the world”. A strange moment for my bubble wrapped […]Read more "Into the Pit"
After the services on Tuesday we went back to Granny and Grandpa’s house. The old pingpong table was piled up with sandwich making. Then cleared so we could play. Everyone sat talking. Laughing. New babies were passed around (not alway sure they were ready be held by another cousin!). The kids hit the wiffle ball […]Read more "Place"
“He always seems to arrive at the wrong places at the wrong times with the wrong people, outside the walls of the city when the feast is over, with a few crying women.” — Nouwen This is my favorite line from Henri Nouwen’s Wounded Healer. It is a book about ministry in our brokenness. How […]Read more "Understanding"