Today, I heave another memorial stone upon the altar. There are 36 now. One for each year post accident. It doesn’t matter that this sacred memorial is only in my mind. That fact doesn’t make it any less holy, for it is in my mind that the events of that day are etched. Seared really. … Continue reading Another Memorial Stone
Jesus
Dwell Here
At Easter, I don’t like to dwell on the crucifixion. I prefer to camp out at the empty tomb and read about the glorious death of death. The violence of Jesus being beat and tortured unto death breaks my heart to pieces. The pain and agony are too much. The betrayal, the march to the … Continue reading Dwell Here