Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me. — Playground rhyme. I bet you remember this rhyme or chant. I certainly do, but I quickly learned that words can indeed hurt, often times more than sticks and stones. The purpose of this rhyme is to teach young people to ignore ugly…
Month: August 2020
Stood On The Beach
Just after daybreak, Jesus stood on the beach, but the disciples did not know it was Jesus. — John 21:4. Sometimes I will run across an old friend and not recognize him or her. Usually that is because I see him/her out of context — somewhere or at a time when I wouldn’t expect to see him/her.…
Arise, Oh God!
Arise, Oh God, and rule the earth, for you shall take all nations for your own. — Psalm 82:8. My children are taking the state of the world and especially the virus better than I. Each in their own way have surrendered to the fact that we are all impacted by the virus and complaining or…
Lapping Waves of Grief
“Each that we lose takes part of us; A crescent still abides, Which like the moon, some turbid night, Is summoned by the tides.” — Emily Dickinson. Often I run across someone else’s writings that need nothing but repeating. Today is one I just had to share: “I too have waded through the tide…
Why Do You?
Why do you eat and drink with tax collectors and sinners? — Luke 5:30. We hear the same type of questions twenty centuries later. We still talk in terms of “them,” “those people,” and “not our kind.” Labels and quick judgments are made only worse by social media. Despite God’s parables about lost sheep, lost coins,…