Category: Jesus
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Mr. Rogers Cat Stevens and Bosco the Bear
“Well I left my happy home to see what I could find out I left my folk and friends with the aim to clear my mind out Well, I hit the rowdy road and many kinds I met there Many stories told me of the way to get there” Saw that Tom Hanks Mr. Rogers…
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Holy Family Fullness
I’m running on 3 hours of sleep, I’m writing at the end of my work week, I’m recognizing I am weak. I’m remembering the Body is strong. I’m resting in the hope that my eternity is secure. I’m relying on a great cloud of witnesses cheering us on and the intercession of Jesus to keep…
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Last Call: On Grief and Time
When someone my age dies, grief comes from all angles: from parents, from siblings, from friends, from children. The older ones carried the deceased as far as they could in the ways they knew how. The ones younger expected to be carried, guided, molded. But when someone…
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The Tender Year
I have now lived in Charleston, SC for a full year. I have approximately 3 weeks left of my residency. Several weeks ago, I was praying on the beach about my future, my next step in the next season. And it was such an uncertain time of prayer. This time last year I knew what…
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Mary
It’s hard to imagine the heart failing of someone who loved me so well. Maybe she was finally convinced we’d be okay without her. Maybe her body was just finished; certainly not her mind. Maybe it was just time. I think I’ve learned you can prepare to make an end of living, but not death, for…
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Wealthy Mercy
“But God is so rich in mercy…” I believe you can tell how rich and deep someone’s faith is by how generous they are with mercy. I believe this because according to God’s sense of justice, people deserve harsh consequences for their wrongs, yet God is slow to deal judgment. In Ephesians 2:4, the Apostle…
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On Loneliness, Loss, and Lasting Love
This is it folks, the blog post that will break the internet. If you couldn’t tell by the title I’m ambitiously going to person-splain the meaning of life. But before I get into it and switch gears, allow me to set the stage of the state I am in while I’m writing. I’m eating candy…
The Reconstructed 