Dear Christ Followers, Our streets are burning with the fire of grief. There is a deep sorrow which has ripped open a wound that has never healed properly. It is raw and gapping and exposed. In ancient days, there would have been the tearing of clothes, there would have been sackcloth and ashes. There would … Continue reading Dear Christ Followers
Just up ahead is the light at the end of the tunnel. It seems so close, but then it feels so far. It’s one of those optical illusions, like when you are at the beach and you decide to walk to a distant pier, only to realize, after walking what seems like forever, it is … Continue reading Just Up Ahead
Awake, awake! Stay awake at all times, praying for strength. I am pouring out a deposit in this time of waiting. Will you receive it? The strength you need. The eyes to see. The heart of joy. The place of rest. A deposit to be withdrawn in the days to come. A deposit of compassion. … Continue reading Awake, Awake!
I have always loved Christmas. For me, as a child, it was a magical time. Lights, presents, caroling, friends, shows, music, family… all of it, just made me feel warm and fuzzy. As I grew up, I continued to love the warm and fuzzy parts of the season and tried to pass them along to … Continue reading Warm and Fuzzy Christmas
In the wee hours of the morning, I sit in the light of the Christmas tree. There are no presents underneath. My manger scene is undisturbed. The stockings are empty. I could have slept for hours more, yet somehow my body is programed that on this morning I should be up. The dog’s snoring is … Continue reading Silent Night, Holy Night
As told by Bill Gunnin Hope is a four-letter word. Most people think of it as a positive word, a word that looks forward. For me, with my head injury, it is a word that makes me sick. A tormenting word, which never works out for me. Most of the time the feeling I have … Continue reading Guest Blog: Hope is a Four-letter Word
Hopelessness-a state of being without hope. There is something rising up. It is crying out with a loud voice. It is the sound of pain. It is the expression of deep wounds that are festering. It is brokenness, manifested by anger. If hope deferred makes the heart sick, then our country is heartsick. We … Continue reading Heartsick
I sit in the dark. It is 2015. I thought it would never arrive. Some years are just slow moving, and for me, 2014 was one of them. It was a year of pruning, and those years are never fun. They are painful, and require a day to day remembering that the fruit comes after … Continue reading Lessons for 2015…from the Butterflies