My child, my gift, my life. Would I have been in church that Sunday morning if I was them? Or any Sunday? Is it reasonable to acknowledge God as good when life has dealt you a blow that almost crushes you every day? The Mom was seated a few rows ahead of me. As the…
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Nostalgia on life
Wednesday evening – something for everyone. Our home is likely similar to yours. Favourite television programs each week are pre-recorded for leisurely fast-tracking through commercials. Wednesday evening for us is a downer if the three Chicago programs (Med, Fire, PD) don’t offer a new episode. A fine example of high-level negotiation, my wife and I…
How do you shed the crown?
When I finished Who made you King?, I realized I had only scratched the surface of the topic’s relevance to my own life. The trail is long and littered with my self-contained decisions. Which wouldn’t be so bad if I had stayed single and responsible only to myself. But I didn’t. And I packed my…
Who made you King?
Spoiler alert. I will be ‘bashing’ men in this reflection. It is unapologetically one-sided. The emoting is my own and not a summary of stuff from the internet (other than a few statistics). If you don’t care for where this is going, please abort now. As time passes, I am increasingly turned off common distasteful…
My name is Jay
I met Jay at Walmart on a cold winter morning. Just outside the entrance door as I was going in. The funnel hood on his parka, rolled all the way forward, pushed a ring of long unruly hair out the front that largely hid his face from view. And made him look pretty scary. A…
Growing up is hard to do – part 2
The things we remember. Growing up is hard to do – part 1 ended with remorse for not knowing how to look after my dog Boots. I remember so much detail about his unfortunate end to life. But I have no memory of discussions with my parents about getting a dog or what we did…
Growing up is hard to do – part 1
Neil Sedaka sang “Breaking up is hard to do.” It was 1962, I was 14 years old, too socially inept to have a girlfriend so never experienced the hardship of breaking up. But the title inspired me to think about how growing up is hard to do. From farm to town. I farmed until I…
More than enough – David’s story
David always liked Sunday School. His teacher really cared for every boy and girl in the class. She talked about Jesus as the best friend you could ever have. David could hardly wait for each Sunday. But this week all the kids were in the big church room with adults. In the car on the…
“Friennds”
“Friennds. Friennds.” Her soft, plaintive cry hardly penetrated the stillness of the morning. Five-year-old Amy stood at the end of the driveway and looked both ways. “Friennds. Friennds.” Amy’s family had just moved to their new house. She had to leave all her friends behind but her parents assured Amy there would be new ones…
Dying for Love
Themes of love and death are pervasive in the arts throughout history. Poets, philosophers, novelists have wrestled with the human disposition towards ‘dying for love,’ ‘dying to self for love,’ ‘dying to love.’ These nuances reveal the complexities of human relationships. Dying for love. Does this mean dying figuratively because of having love? Or because…