From John 8-9 In his dusty corner, he waits. He cannot see them, but he can hear them passing ceaselessly back and forth. He waits for one of them to stop. He waits for mercy in the form of coins, mercy that keeps him at a distance and lets them feel they have done their … Continue reading What to do about that mud on your face
Table I was one of the uninvited. Improper, dirty underdressed, sweaty from a day of labor and forgetting. I knew the thing was happening as a distant pleasure, a high joy, not for me. And then the servant scurrying along the road, grabbing my sleeve. “Come. Hurry. It’s starting.” In … Continue reading Table (Five Minute Friday)
The other night I was lying in bed, thinking about heaven. It’s hard to wrap your mind around what it will be like to live in perfection. I thought about the perfect body waiting for me there, the long-anticipated freedom from this earthly tent. What will it be like to live without arthritis? To run … Continue reading I choose the twisted toes
“I tend to go through life trying—in futility, I might add—to create a self each day rather than to simply receive a self each day. And any self that is created by anything or anyone other than the Creator, the God that breathed me into being, can only be false. Any self that I create … Continue reading receiving your name
there are many mes. there is the beautiful me whom everyone admires, and the selfless me who suffers in silence. there is the me who can do it all and do it well. there is the loving me, who never says a hard word. there is the smiling happy me, hiding. there is the spiritual … Continue reading midlife reflections
View from the Valley 