If there is any generation that understands the darkness of fear and uncertainty, the feelings of helplessness, and the temptation to despair that we now face Continue reading “In the Face of Darkness”
Well, it’s been awhile, and I’m sorry for that. The short of it is, I started a new job. Continue reading “I’m Fine. We’re Fine. Everything is Fine.”
The other day I heard someone say, “The more we are consumed with self-preservation the less attention we give to self-evaluation.” Continue reading “Suffering and Self-Preservation”
There wasn’t anything unusual about the list: a jug of milk, a dozen eggs, a loaf of bread, light bulbs, and a six-pack of extra-soft, 2-ply toilet paper. This last item, having been repeated several times, was clearly an urgent necessity. Continue reading “Behind the Closet Doors”
I’ve spent the afternoon reading through some of the letters my grandfather wrote to my grandmother while stationed in Normandy during World War II. Continue reading “From Normandy with Love”
While rummaging through boxes in the basement, I came across an old issue of the Magnificat. On the cover is a painting by the renowned Russian landscape painter , Vasily Baksheyev, entitled “Christ Blessing”. Continue reading “Jesus and the Children”
Helter-skelter. I think that is the best word to describe life around here since I last posted. The details Continue reading “Sick Days”
Me and my brother, 1977/1978
I never saw the 1984 classic Footloose. The premise turned me off—a rigid and closed-minded preacher, out of fear of a sinful world, convinces a small town to ban rock music and dancing, but salvation comes when a hot-headed, big city teenager moves in and opens everyone’s fearfully ignorant mind while falling for the preacher’s kid, who is rebellious and loose with boys. It was a little too cliché for me. Continue reading “Preacher’s Kid: Smoking with the Boys”
Over the weekend we had a plumbing event-catastrophe would be a better way to describe it. I’ve almost caught up with the laundry and the carpets are now clean, but my shoulders are still sore from plunging the downstairs toilet for an hour and a half. To be honest, I’m not sure plunging the toilet that long did anything other than give me something to do in the height of crisis, but there is value in that. The best news is, by Saturday evening the water stopped leaking through the walls into the garage, and we were all reminded of an important life lesson: If you’re gonna laugh about it later, you might as well laugh about it now.
This is all to say that things have been a little hectic around here, and I’m still working on the follow up to last Thursday’s Preacher’s Kid post. It’s coming. I promise.
In the meantime, I thought I’d repost something from the early days of the blog (a-hem, December) for those of you who have just recently started reading along.
I hope you find it encouraging.
Photo: Mount Nebo by Mira Pavlakovic
Last night I tried writing down some things I’ve been thinking regarding suffering and faithfulness to God during our times of spiritual wilderness, Continue reading “Faith in the Wilderness”