Years ago at our family Christmas, my Grandfather gave each family a gift. We were sitting in my Uncle’s living room, surrounded by the watchful eyes of an impressive menagerie of mounted animal heads, while a small mountain of presents shining in their tinfoil wrappings awaited the traditional white elephant gift exchange. This ritualistic exchange
Love is a verb. I remember that phrase sketched out and hung on the ceiling of my high school friend’s bedroom. She was trying to remember that love wasn’t just a feeling, it was an action. Something you do. This was an important revelation for us in these early years – love isn’t just a
Sometimes in life, there is a person who has been a source of harm (real or perceived, intentional or otherwise). The trouble is that this person (or people, or institution) can become an easy place to assign all subsequent blame. They can become a convenient villain, on which to pin all troubles, failures, and disappointments.
I hate waiting. Don’t we all? In my time as an ER nurse I’ve spent thousands of hours amid the languishing throngs of the waiting room. There are few places quite as miserable as an ER waiting room. On busy nights the wait times stretch to hours as people pack together with their misery. Moaning,
You can’t cage Christ. You can’t cage Him in a political party You can’t cage Him in a denomination, You can’t cage Him in race. People have tried from the beginning To show Him His boundaries. But as the wind blows where it wills With no regard for human vanities, Schemes and prejudices – So
