She bought the buffet from a man who lived in that same prison town where she lived and worked and planted a garden so lush people would drive by the brick house on the corner lot just to hang their heads out the rolled[..]
Weeping may last for the night, but a shout of joy comes in the morning. (Psalm 30:5) It was Saturday and we were in church. A big city church sat back on one of Portland’s wooded corners. Imago Dei. Image of God. Two years[..]
He wore coveralls over his jeans and flannel shirt. The kind farmers wear when there is snow on the ground, which there was that day. Not a fresh covering, mind you, but the slick kind that can fool a fella, make them fall[..]
“I haven’t been able to read a book aloud since.” Jackie Barden was speaking about the shooting death of her son Daniel at Sandy Hook. Saturday marks the one year anniversary of the day Adam Lanza stormed into the elementary school and using a gun[..]
“Out of the stump of David’s family will grow a shoot…” Isaiah 11: 1 Advent. It can be hard, hard, hard. This waiting. You tell yourself that this thing you hope for, it will come. One. Day. Soon. All in due time. You only have[..]
