Reading Time: 5 minutes Who are you? I’m a fan of the Enneagram and all things self-discovery. But quipping, “I’m a Seven or an …
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Reading Time: 3 minutes Mary’s Loss: Death When people think of paradox, they often think of contradiction and confusion. Good Friday is that kind …
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Reading Time: 5 minutes I believe in poetry. But I’d forgotten. The last few months of our pandemic dominated, politically divided lives made …
Reading Time: 5 minutes Ghosts have haunted many of my Christmases. Not in the terrifying way Charles Dicken’s ghosts haunted Scrooge. But much more …
Reading Time: 5 minutes Silence is often the language of love.
Reading Time: 5 minutes Jesus understood my pain and doubts. He did not answer them with logic but with love.
Reading Time: 5 minutes The most powerful word God can speak to us if we withdraw and listen is, “Repent.”
Reading Time: 5 minutes There sat the lost, the found, the diseased, the dying, the divorced, the prosperous, the poor, the married, the single, the pretenders, the sexually abused, the jobless, the parents whose beloved had committed suicide, seekers, finders, sleepers, critics, young, old, hopeful, hopeless. The usual.
Reading Time: 3 minutes We were all amazed you hacked heaven out of a patch of dirt between a parking lot filled with second-hand cars and the apartment building you managed filled with second-hand people. You loved both the roses and the people nearly equally. I don’t know if you know, that rose garden is still there, seventeen years after you last fertilized it. Thank you, Mom. You reflected a beautiful but hardscrabble God to us in that rose garden and in your very life! I love you.
Reading Time: 6 minutes Through their fear God was drawing close to them as they faced powerful enemies, dark nights, deep depression, doubt, frustration, hunger, and desolation. In their trouble, God spoke not demands but comfort. “I am with you. I will fight for you.” God spoke this comfort as a father sitting on the edge of his child’s bed during a terrifying thunder storm. He pulls the sheets up tight and whispers, “Fear not. I’m here. We’re in this together.”