Faith That Sees Beyond

A heavy cloud hangs overhead tonight. Having flown above a storm, I see this dense grayness and imagine what must be just beyond what I can see. I’ve watched the sun set outside the international airport north of Houston, Texas before taking off on my flight home only to see the sun above the horizon …

Glitchy Faith

One of the major employers in my locale is a global automobile manufacturer. My younger son is employed in their logistics department where various parts are moved from shipping areas to the production line. He describes it as an entire city of electronics similar to the machine world in The Matrix (1999) movies. Each person …

Oh, Grow Up!

My grandson, Thomas, is nearly nine months old and when he is ready for his meals, he folds his hands together, almost like a clap, signaling that it’s time to ask a blessing as we do before each meal. He has already learned this routine and he’s starting to bow his head as he sees …

Pack Your Bags

We live by a lake but we travel to the ocean and we pay handsomely for the view. Even a peek above rooftops or between high rises costs a premium. We have potable tap water piped into our homes yet we purchase bottled drinking water by the gallon or the ounce. Marketing isn’t entirely to …

More Light

The older I get, the more light I need in order to see clearly with my physical eyes. I’m continually bumping into things in the dark in spite of the night lights placed strategically around my home. I once was able to read without a reading lamp or glasses far into the evening, but now, …

More Bread?

I buy groceries with good intentions. I mean for us to eat at home more often. I make my mental list and bring home enough perishables for several meals at a time. Invariably life happens and the produce that sits in that little crisper drawer in the bottom of the refrigerator wilts and the bread …

Who Is Jesus?

My grandson will experience his first egg hunt this Easter Sunday. The younger cousins, the ones his mother used to hide eggs for, are making plans. At only eight months, it’s more for us than for him, but there’ll be plenty of pictures. The eggs will be “hidden” in plain sight for him to pick …

The Choice Is Yours

I’ve got good news and bad news. Which do you want first? Wouldn’t it be nice if all we got was good news? What if we only ever had good news to share? The weather would always be sunny with no rain on weekends or holidays. Every student would pass and no one would fail …