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
Aging, like death, is a reality we are all aware of. We are aware, and yet still it’s surprising. Not yet! We cry to the mirror as it reveals new age lines. Surely, not yet! I suppose I’m experiencing what many have before me, While eyeing the ever-nearing arrival of middle age. The shock of
I’ll never forget that wild-eyed man. Or the gun he had pressed to my head. I was 16 years old. And I was at church camp. The Columbine massacre had just began a new and horrifying chapter in American history, and Christian culture had latched on to a particular of the incident. The shooter had
A thought has been circulating around in my mind, and I decided that today, which is the Feast of the Immaculate Conception on the church calendar, is the day to pin it down. It starts with a memory. I remember walking with my dad on a tour of the International Bible Society in Colorado Springs
