The last time I saw my brother alive was 18 years ago this week.
The refining fire of August
The last time I saw my brother alive was 18 years ago this week.
“And when the devil had ended every temptation, he departed from him until an opportune time. And Jesus returned in the power of the Spirit to Galilee, and a report about him went out through all the surrounding country.” Luke 4: 13-14 The tile floor is bearable this morning despite record-low temperatures in East Texas. … Continue reading Resting in the ashes
Three days before my father-in-law died, I visited a local florist seeking some cheer, for me, for all of us. Stepping through oddly placed, automatic, glass sliding doors that had been an afterthought on an old house felt like stepping into open jaws ready to consume. Willing to be eaten, I entered to find promises … Continue reading Fresh cut
Grover from Sesame Street made me laugh out loud when he explained the difference between near and far. There was a skit where he would stand close to the camera and tell the kids “this is near” and then run, huffing and puffing, far away, until he looked small and yell from a place nearly … Continue reading Bringing the far near