I don’t often talk to you about how strange this process of writing is, but I feel like you should know about Thursday night. I had a thought on my mind for a few days and finally got it down on paper. (I still say paper, even though it is a Word document. Paper sounds…
The Lord asks Ezekiel (chapters 27 and 28) to take up a lament for Tyre, the famous Phoenician seaport on the Mediterranean coast. But the song of lament begins like this… Your domain was on the high seas; your builders brought your beauty to perfection. Men of Persia, Lydia and Put served as soldiers…
The last time I saw her she was trying to keep up with friends in the hallway. Wait! I can’t run in these shoes, she said. She was beautiful, and then she was in a fatal car crash on Monday night. So this week has brought me once again into the land of the grieving,…
My own retelling of Ephesians 1:4… In the beginning, When the earth was empty And there was only darkness, You were on his mind. Before he touched the keyboard and made the story come alive. Before you ever did anything wrong. And before anyone ever did wrong to you. There was the thought of you. He…
I fell apart over a gift bag yesterday. But let me back up… First there was the switchback drive up Big Mountain Road, looking out over Whitefish, Montana, which apparently is listed as one of the most beautiful cities in which to enjoy fall colors. Then I arrived at a mansion with the car load…
Sometimes I feel like a fairly intelligent person –able to manage a household and be a writer and teach a Spanish class. Then there was last week when the fire alarm went off at school, and I could not for the life of me remember all of the procedures. The students and I left the…
My personal re-telling of Ezekiel 8… He dug into the hole in the wall, as instructed. There he saw a doorway. Opening the door and stepping in, letting his eyes adjust to the dark, he looked and saw pictures on the wall, from floor to ceiling, of all the things she had decided would finally…
It was just one of those weeks for him, ya know? Nothing bad happening, just a lot. A wedding to prepare, a Bible study to teach, a sermon to write, a planning meeting to attend. And then, of course, a few nights of not sleeping well. So I kissed him and watched him drive away…
Since school begins for me today, I present to you my version of Psalm 23 from the teacher’s perspective: Me –clearing throat: The Lord is my administrator, I shall not be in want. He makes me walk into a teacher’s work room with new copiers and a fresh supply of colorful card stock. …
I spent all day in this beautiful lodge, listening to a professor from Wheaton College speak at our teacher in-service training, but I was taken off guard when he said something that answered a question I had been asking the Lord for a few weeks. My question: Why in the world does God often give…
He loved engines and anything with a motor. Survived Vietnam. Worked the oil fields. He was a man who always had grease under his fingernails, a shop full of tools, and a freezer full of meat he hunted and processed. Dad was a resourceful man who was not afraid to tackle any repair job. But…
Yesterday I cleaned the coffeemaker by running vinegar through it. Three people walked into the house several hours after the vinegar was poured down the sink. They squinched their noses, and I apologized for the smell. I don’t know if this counts as a legitimate blog post or not, but I have to state this…
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