The last time I saw my brother alive was 18 years ago this week.
The refining fire of August
hope
This is a tourniquet
God is giving me, giving all of us, the opportunity to confidently and calmly tell them we have what will save your life in the end. There is a way this is supposed to work. There is a way to more than just survive.
Wound care
There had to be some other flesh inserted to allow for the healing process. The split was too wide to heal on its own.
Putting our faith in the wrong thing
“Ideal Christianity doesn’t exist, because anything the human being touches, even Christian truth, he deforms slightly in his own image.” ~Flannery O’Connor The sound was surely worse than the reality. At least that is what I told myself as the pounding brushes and blasting water grew louder. The massive arms rolled ever-so-slowly down the length … Continue reading Putting our faith in the wrong thing
The Prince of Peace
Once, a very long time ago, there was a land full of people. It was an extensive society with a great history. There were stories of triumphs and failures, of peace and war, of unity and division. These people lived in a land that was growing weary. For thousands of years people had lived and … Continue reading The Prince of Peace
Grief and glimpses of glory
To be alone with me You went up on a tree ~Sufjan Stevens, To Be Alone With You When my brother died I looked for him everywhere. I knew without a doubt that his faith had become sight and now he’d seen the King. I know where he is. Left here on the faltering gray … Continue reading Grief and glimpses of glory
These aren’t the little things
I didn’t plan to have a fifth child. Actually that is true of the fourth as well. Regardless, it is symptomatic of an underlying idea that I think I am actually in control of something which is pretty funny in and of itself. That fourth child, that fifth, remind me of the Ephesians 3 prayer … Continue reading These aren’t the little things
Power outage
Early morning hours in frozen February, the thunderous rhythms of a hovering helicopter shake our home. The sound made us believe the chopper landing pad could be our deck. Weary we woke and through the cold under the blankets, bleary-eyed, we asked why? The day and evening prior had been equally unusual between transformers that … Continue reading Power outage
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