A Note For Tired Parents

When my children were small, I used to rush home from whatever I was doing, and be greeted by little hands pawing for attention, and feet dancing around in circles, dizzy with anticipation. Playtime would be a tangle of limbs, and a chorus of laughter and giggles, curious fingers padding a receding hairline, and soft…

A Young Scientist Meets an Old Saint

I met him on a recent flight, and our light banter soon turned more serious. “Having a more rationale mind, how do you see faith in God playing a part?” I asked. “Not at all,” he confided. “If I can’t prove it, I don’t believe it.” Sebastian is a recent high school graduate, and one…

Raymond’s Race

I first met him in a crowded high school hallway. He was down on hands and knees trying to pick up his books, while a group of students were kicking them down the hall poking fun at him. Sadly, he was laughing right along with them. When he got back up, I noticed his right…

The Room With No Windows

The room had no windows. Easier to keep little eyes focused. When the door closed, a smiling face greeted me. Inside, I felt the weight of pending failure. I could not hide my frown. For as long as I remember, I have found it hard to bring words out of my mind into the open….

The Day I Lost My Son

“I can’t see KJ!” Moments before, we had arrived at the beach and gotten settled. I remember Ginnette saying, “the water looks rough today.” I grunted, not actually listening to her words, only the sound of her voice. I was already on my second page. But now her words lifted my head. She was standing,…

How the Mundane Works to Our Favor

It was a mundane run for groceries. Just a few essentials; Pasta, bananas, raspberry dark chocolate bar… The clerk seemed efficient, quiet and attentive. “How are you? she asked, grabbing the candy bar to scan. “Good.” I rifled through my wallet to find my card. Then I remembered, ‘practice the presence of people.’ I had…

PaPa Had the Best Laugh!

PaPa had the best laugh. Strong. Chesty. A roar of joy, which widened eyes, and turned heads. Filled a room. As family lore goes, PaPa had suffered a terrible loss, but never talked about it. He was fond of saying, however,  ‘one laughs well, who has wept long.’ This is a story of laughter. PaPa’s farm…

Seven Runners…a true story

I want to invite your imagination to picture how God can unify the body of Christ to be the face of God. Seven runners lace up, and stretch out under a morning sun, talking easily, and laughing as they often do when getting ready to punish one another. Each has run close to, or under,…

Forty Days, Eighty prayers, One God, At a burning Bush

Discipline in the Christian life is tricky, because the fuel for it can fall on the side of either legalism, or infatuation. Legalism doesn’t end well, because the gas for the journey is our own determination. Infatuation is short lived, too, because it depends on bursts of inspiration, which hardly ever come long enough, or…

Those Hands…

By any standard, my father has large hands. Growing up, I watched him use those hands in construction. Whenever I shook them, which was rare, my own would be engulfed entirely by callous and scar. His mason hands never saw the inside of a glove. They are a memory to me, those large hands, because…

Hope…an allegory for those who suffer

Hope stands in the hollow of the wood, holding out a hand to all of you, for each a different purpose, but for all the same reason. “Will you trust me?” The words are simple; a child can decipher them, yet they feel heavy and impossible; breath comes in shallow gasps, heart thumping with anxious…

It’s What Happens When Students Take Over

I remember it was autumn. In our apartment over the feed store in down town Excelsior, Ginnette and I watched leaves fall like drops of wax into the placid waters of Lake Minnetonka. Into our tiny space crammed about 30 high school students, making this meeting anything but placid. That night with the lights dim,…