Mom would never miss a clothespin from the hundreds in the blue cloth bag, or notice the missing wooden ruler from the drawer of school supplies. There were bags of red rubber bands furnished by The Evening American, a newspaper unlike the godless Republic that delivered an ad filled Sunday edition, forcing kids to violate the Sabbath Day. If you held your tongue just right, you could use a bit of...
Read More »The Middle Day It is the day between two days, memories of what once was, generic hope of what might be. Just another middle day, like a middle child alone in his room, rejected and ignored. A father’s back is turned, a mother mourns her loss. Friends abandon friends and quickly run away. A lonely borrowed grave becomes a body’s home which happens most times when death comes as a shock...
Read More »Sometimes two things are true, but seem like they can’t be. We often hear those things as not complementary, but divided. In my recent sermon I talked about finding rest in community and shared that it was restful to be humble and to follow Paul’s instruction to consider others better than ourselves. Considering all others to be better than ourselves allows us to let go of the stress o...
Read More »Every day the phone rang. Sometimes a day or two might slip by without it ringing, but for the most part it rang every day. Sometimes it rang several times a day. I couldn’t or wouldn’t always answer because I was in a meeting or counseling someone or cooking dinner or any of a myriad of other reasons. Sometimes I just wasn’t in the mood to answer. I’d be watching an episod...
Read More »The ‘I love you’ girl is running wild. Missing part of her brain and experiencing fine motor skills issues has meant that she’s been unable to walk. She crawls all over the place and loves to ‘walk’ which is her name for being pushed around in her stroller. At age eleven she is incredibly strong primarily because she is constantly pulling herself up into chairs and dr...
Read More »Sometime around 5:30 this morning my Mom went to be with Jesus. It is an answer to her deepest longing. We rejoice that she is with him and grieve our loss. She was a good mom. Born during the depression as one of ten children she knew the realities of being poor. She married young and had a us kids to care for, especially my little sister who struggles with cerebral palsy. Then Dad died leaving h...
Read More »At the Drumming Circle I asked you all to pray for my Mom. I asked that you pray that Jesus would answer her longing to go home to be with him. Mom’s dementia got worse and worse and on Saturday night she fell. The caregivers called the paramedics and it was determined that she likely had fractured her other hip. One of the paramedics called me to ask if I wished to have her transported to t...
Read More »Somewhere along the way we have lost nuance. It has almost completely disappeared from our cultural interactions. You are either for women’s rights or you are a baby killer. You are either a proponent of Black Lives Matter or a racist. You are pro second amendment rights or a communist trying to steal guns from law abiding citizens. You are homophobic or you must be for gay marriage. Vaccina...
Read More »She had wheeled herself up near the piano and was listening to us sing for awhile. Her one arm hung uselessly at her side and with the other she maneuvered the chair close behind us. She asked if she could join in. It was a childlike questioning voice coming from a scrunched up cherubic face that was filled with doubt as to whether or not she’d be welcomed. Of course, we welcomed her. We are...
Read More »Thanks to all who continue to pray for Erica, the mother of Terra and Jolie who are goddaughters to our son, Justin, and therefore grandchildren to us. Erica has been going through tons of medical testing and procedures to determine what is going on with her heart. It has been determined that her condition is related to an ‘electrical’ problem with her heart probably brought on by some...
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