The Pursuit of God

The Pursuit of God

A.W. Tozer's The Pursuit of God is resonating with my soul and spirit; what he had to say in his 1948 classic is relevant today–is it possible to be more so than back in his day? As I'm just beginning to devour the pages, I already want to share...

Where the wild things are

Where the wild things are

Thirteen is their lucky number. For 13 years the guy in the blue and the guy in the black have been roughing it on an annual golf outting, traipsing up and down a trail pioneered by some joker named Robert Trent Jones; the other two characters have tagged along...

Conflict in the waiting

Conflict in the waiting

Our appointment is at 1:45, perfect timing to complete the oldest one's post-surgery follow-up visit, stop for a snack afterwards, then drop him off before picking up the youngest for his tennis match.   The waiting room is large and full.  There...

When days are numbered…

When days are numbered…

The moon is halfway through the sky and I am alone when they bring her to me and I'm glad.  She is joy bundled in flannely white with end stripes in pink and blue.   I smile to think she looks like an ice cream cone–swaddled tightly with the...

Scars and redemption

Scars and redemption

I remember seeing her scars one time.  Only once. A body disfigured by diseased malevolence, a thief whose plunder demanded dignity and femininity and time…and eventually hope and life.   It's a scant memory, a fleeting, vapored ghost, which I...

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