A Thorn in His Brow

IMG_3068“Ouch, wait!  There is something hurting my foot.”

I brought the hiking crew to a sudden halt as I examined my river shoes.  Thinking it was a sharp rock, I shook my foot to force the pebble out one of the openings.  With a few more steps and a few more shakes it was obvious that the stone would not be deterred.  It was eager to take a bite out of my big toe.  Continue reading

For Goodness Sake

187975_blog 123rfYou know that little voice inside your head?  The one that makes comments and suggestions throughout the day?  Not the same utterance as the sound of your own thoughts, but the mouthpiece that seems to come from outside yourself?

Maybe you don’t have one, but I do.  In fact, I’m not sure if I could function without that little voice.  Continue reading

The Corrosion Effect

1261183_blog 123rf“I’ll be happy to stay with the class until the she arrives,” I offered.  My child’s elementary teacher was running late from an early morning meeting and hadn’t made it back to the classroom in time to greet the students.  No biggee.  As a parent, I am certainly capable of monitoring 20 young students while they unpack backpacks and prepare for the morning’s lessons.  It would only be a matter of minutes before the teacher arrived. This would be  easy – or so I thought.

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Stop Sitting Still in Church!

837398_blogI grew up in a legalistic church where skirts for girls were required, hair over a boy’s ear was forbidden, and musical instruments in worship were scandalous.  Although I was allowed to participate in an underground Amy Grant album exchange, my family characteristically abided by the demands of the church.  Especially on Sunday. Continue reading

It’s Just Chicken!

3741069_blog 123rfSometimes, we need to pause and remind ourselves, “It’s just chicken!”

Weary from the hours of driving, we pulled into the parking lot.  The endless miles of bland New Mexico landscape enhanced our felt need for a break in our journey.  After counting down the miles until lunchtime, we chose one of those dual service fast food joints – in this case, a Fried Chicken/Mexican Food half-breed.  I mindless pondered why anyone would try to integrate the two varieties while my children to battled their way out of the travel-laden minivan. Continue reading

A Message Within A Message

IMG_2761On April 20, 1999, at a suburban high school in Littleton, Colorado, two armed teenagers started their day with a plan to kill.  In less than an hour, they transformed the halls of this average American high school into a prison of terror, leaving 13 dead and at least 19 others wounded, before ending their tirade by turning their guns on themselves.  The physical damage to life and property was just a fragment of the destruction created that day. Traumatized witnesses, mourning families, frightened friends, an unnerved community, and a hurting nation were all formed at the whim of these teens hands.  As people touched by the tragedy tried to cope with their disturbing reality, they placed mementos on a grassy hill of an adjacent park.  At this site a permanent memorial of the Columbine shootings was erected 7 years later.

I visited the Columbine Memorial today.  The scenic views of Clement Park made an appropriate sanctuary for reflection.  It is clear why loved ones came to this heavenly haven during the midst of their grief and confusion.  Written on the stone faces Continue reading

Familiar Faces

4605690_blog 123rfI do not have a PC.  I have a Mac.  This may seem like extraneous information for you.  Why do you care?  Indeed, you may not.  But my Mac and it’s unique abilities play a central role in my blog this week.

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Better Late than Never?

We have all heard the expression “better late than never.”  But is it a motto we can live by?  I recently ran across this article that left me wondering:

Japanese MarathonerShizo Kanakuri disappeared while running the marathon in the 1912 Summer Olympics in Stockholm. He was listed as a missing person in Sweden for 50 years — until a journalist found him living placidly in southern Japan.

Overcome with heat during the race, he had stopped at a garden party to drink orange juice, stayed for an hour, then took a train to a hotel and sailed home the next day, too ashamed to tell anyone he was leaving.

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