Something had brushed her cheek. The flutter of a wing, though infinitesimal, had stopped her, a subtle movement through invisible lines. Without knowing it, an angel had crouched next to her, but had misjudged the expanse of his wings. He noticed when the little girl suddenly touched her skin there. The angel froze, and she…
Tag: faith
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….
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,…
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…
An Ember Of A Fire From Another Era
Today students across America got up even earlier than normal, splashed sleep from their eyes, and stood around their school’s flagpole—and prayed. I walked to the high school in our neighborhood, and met my friend, Ms. Rivera, head of discipline there. Her previous job was in a prison. She had invited me to attend See…
What Puff Taught Me About Favor
It was a place off limits to curious fingers that broke vases, and feet that tracked mud. The formal living room, where at times parents and guests would talk. I remember sitting in the stairwell leading up to this sacred place, in my footie PJ’s, listening to the radio play. Where I was in the…
Things Break, Plans Change, Where is God?
The mechanic spoke in whimsical tones, throwing his arms around, and stopping to stare at me when he wanted my reaction. “You ever watch Deadliest Catch?” “Sure,” I nodded. “The reality show about crabbing in Alaska?” “That was my life for 14 years,” he said. “I got out before I died; many of my buddies…
Miracles Don’t Age….25 Years, and it’s Like Yesterday.
On a hitchhiking trip, my friend passed through a camp ground one evening around dusk. He was broke, and hadn’t eaten for some time. Suddenly, his mind was filled with the idea of a baked potato. The more he thought about it, the more he wanted one. So, he did the only thing he could…
To Sir, with love 