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All In
"As hatchlings dread the truth that they must fledge, / So trembled the small boy back from the ledge." But then his father spoke.
Meeting With a Saint
The people of God are largely a forgotten people. And theirs are the names that are engraved on the palm of the Creator God of the universe, names that will remain forever, forgotten in this life perhaps, but not for a second forgotten by the One who brought them into being and sustains their every breath and will hold them in his omnipotent arms forever.
Into the Dark
"I wasn't planning on spending much time looking out the window.... This time, however, the sights of the world passing beneath me drew my nose to the window and held my gaze.... And that's when my heart sank."
Thank You
By the time you read this, Laura and I will be somewhere in the middle of a 26 hour plane ride to the other side of this ol' world of ours. Even as we leave so many family members and friends behind, we don't leave without hope, hope so many of you instilled within us, and we're grateful.
How Columbo Made Me Worship
"We sat in our pajamas on the couch under a blanket and did what you do on Sunday nights. We watched a rerun of Columbo." And something about it made me worship.
Together
How good it was to listen to the doctor's Detailed overview of all that she had done Because she'd started the conversation with "Everything went fine." How good it was to wait that extra 30 minutes While someone sleepy slowly woke up and nurses Did their nursing on the sun who lights my sky. How … Continue reading Together
Focus
"As I type these words, a woman Laura and I only met a few weeks ago is cutting into my wife's abdomen in search of a mass that she will then snip off and remove from my wife's body." And that fact puts a new perspective on things.
Into Death Like His
I followed them, the restless, jeering lot, Down dusty, well-worn paths outside our town. Not even clamoring taunts and wails could drown The anguished cries of whip-flailed flesh now shot Clean through with nails. Him? Him whom I had sought For so long, pining for his peace? His crown Did not resemble one due him, … Continue reading Into Death Like His
Gripped
Imani knew there was more than the darkness of her mother's womb. There come days, however, that swallow up even the surest hope. Can we reverse the grip of darkness?