Sundays are my wondering days. You know, I wonder …? Or, I wonder how I can make … happen? Even, I wonder how this current war can end? As spring happens, it’s also a day for longer walks, admiring spring flowers, azaleas, dogwoods and cherry trees. When I was younger, spring offered a much needed…
The Man To Call
As I sat quietly in the dim, hallowed hush of the church the other day, waiting for Richard’s memorial service to begin, I found myself wandering through the spaces of his life that hadn’t yet been named. In the days leading up to this, the obituary had cataloged his achievements, and friends had traded stories…
Friday the 13th — Unholy Day of Lent
I wouldn’t call myself superstitious. I’m a rational adult. However, whenever Friday the 13th crawls onto the calendar, I develop the situational awareness of a gazelle in a lion sanctuary. I can’t blame my parents for this specific brand of neurosis. My father didn’t raise me to fear the date; I did that all on…
Language and Truth
In the traditional Lenten season, we often look toward physical deprivations—sweets, caffeine, or social media—as a means of sharpening the soul. Yet, there is a more subtle clutter that fills our minds and spirits: the “prejudicial adjective.” If one were to operate as a newspaper or a magazine, the most transformative Lenten sacrifice might not…
The Defenseless Child — For of Such is the Kingdom
Suffer little children, and forbid them not, to come unto me: for of such is the kingdom of heaven. — Matthew 19:14. There is a heart-wrenching weight in these words when held against the reality of our modern world. To “suffer” the children, in the archaic sense, means to allow them, to make room for…