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Sean and His Dad. After a Tour in Iraq. Sean, Son Ayden, Sister Rebecca, Brother Ryan. Christmas, 2005. Ayden in Daddy’s Helmet. Memories on Our Wall. At Sean’s Grave. Today, we remember. We weep, because we love. We rejoice in the gift of you. We read God’s promise, twice. Hymns echo in our hearts, resonating in the hollow […]
The Perfect Roadster Red. It’s In There Somewhere. The War for the RedsAfter church last Sunday we went to the grocery store. We bought strawberries and tomatoes, along with many other good things to eat, but it was the strawberries (together with the tomatoes), that led me to give up, again, and hand things over to […]
Deer, in Quilt-Colored Meadow. Friends, Good Friday steals my words. I offer you this piece instead. UngulatesI see them most mornings, these days. Driving along our canyon road as it finds a way through the chaparral forest, I’ll spot the flick of a white tail beneath the oak canopy, or the twitch of a rabbit-shaped […]
Smith Museum of Stained Glass Windows. Chicago. 2009. Sunday Flooding Sunday in church I cried. It wasn’t the first time, and it won’t be the last, I don’t think. But this past Sunday, as our congregation sang “Holy, Holy, Holy,” tears rolled down my face as if I were chopping onions. Or grieving. I was […]
Smith Museum of Stained Glass Windows. Chicago. 2009. Sunday Flooding Sunday in church I cried. It wasn’t the first time, and it won’t be the last, I don’t think. But this past Sunday, as our congregation sang “Holy, Holy, Holy,” tears rolled down my face as if I were chopping onions. Or grieving. I was […]
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