A soul that walks on water leaves no footprints, but will make waves."
My friend Karen and I were talking on the phone the other day. It was one of those long overdue conversations that followed all the bird trails and squirrels wherever we wanted to go, because we had time. She told me a little story about getting a rock in her shoe. She was in the…
I hope that what we choose in this moment is more than staying home to protect others from a virus. I hope that we choose being present at home to protect ourselves from division and self-gratification.
We were college kids, and we met, we learned, we worshiped, and we bonded in building B.
Once upon a time there was a beautiful teacher named Patricia Nelson. She had thick dark hair and eyes, a bright smile that produced dimples on her cheeks and sparkles in her eyes. She was slender and seemed confident just by the way she carried herse…
I realize now that Ms. Nelson didn’t just love her students. It wasn’t simply her care and attention that made her memorable to us. She seemed to have an ability to challenge us that made us do things we didn’t know we could do. I loved every afterno…
I was at Kroger getting gas when a silver mini-van pulled up at the pump next to me. Before I saw the driver, I saw the dent. It looked like it had been hit pretty good, and then, to save some money, had been banged out to a useable shape. It was pro…
This hasn’t been our best year. Really. Financially, emotionally, relationally, a whole pile of “not our finest” moments. Yet… I’m convinced that years like 2014 are essential. They are the interruptions that make us better, they are not defining…
With a dozen fresh cinnamon rolls in hand, we piled out of the car to deliver them to expecting friends. The lights on their house made it very clear how to get to their front door and the side walk stretched welcoming from the driveway where each of m…
As long as there are feet, as long as there are back-packs, coats and karate belts, as long as all boys need to shed whatever burden they carry upon entering a building, there should be mudrooms.
Our house didn’t have one.
Special thanks to Sherri…
I held her hand for a little while. I sat beside her, hugged her a bit, kissed her cheek and let go a few tears beside her wheel chair.
I half whispered half shouted the words I needed to say. “You have been an important part of my life. You taugh…