How wonderful that in the middle of August’s dog days we find a spark of fun! School supplies are on sale. As a child, I shopped at TG&Y with Mom, imagining what the new school year might bring. Would this be the year Mom would buy me the coveted box of 64 crayons with the …
During a recent journey from Wichita to Kansas City, my check engine light came on. At the same time, I was nursing a painful hip from a displaced sacroiliac. Normally, I enjoy driving the open road. I slide in the CD of my favorite soundtrack, munch on a snack and sip some water, sing along …
I miss shopping. Not the online click-and-buy all of us are subject to during this time of Covid-19. What I miss is the entire experience of shopping. Oh, I know — most places are open. But I don’t want to mask up, risk the germs, avoid people and stand six feet away from other shoppers. …
We are a combination of body, mind, soul and spirit. As such, we are intertwined into a complex mixture with one aspect affecting the others. It’s easy to focus on our bodies, especially when something goes wrong and we’re in pain. Or we sense one of the symptoms of Covid-19 and cry, “Please God! No!” …
As Covid-19 marches on, how can we stay in hope? Somehow the platitude of “We’re all in this together” sounds hollow. I need something more. This week, I focused on an Old Testament story where the community faced a plague of serpents. The children of Israel grumbled, because they were impatient and tired of the …
As I sat on my front porch, I watched the kids play in the cul-de-sac. One black kid, two whites and three Latinos — two girls, four boys. They squealed with laughter, ran in circles, kidded each other like typical children enjoying a summer night. Far away from the murders of young black men and …
He was a drummer from the womb — usually around midnight. The kicking began with a steady rhythm and quickly accelerated. Boom! Bam! Boom Boom! I knew he would have some sort of musical talent, and he would be a night person. So it was no surprise when I handed my toddler son his first …
In one week’s time, I heard two men apologize for their tears. “I’m sorry,” they both said. “Give me a minute.” Then they hung their heads, as if afraid to let the rest of us see their breaking moment. They were both on podcasts and couldn’t hear me yelling, “Don’t apologize for your tears. It’s …
Although many of us miss the corporate meetings of church, one part of the routine is more comfortable for me at home — Communion. The sacrament of the Lord’s Supper is special. I don’t like observing it every Sunday as some churches do. It seems then to become as ritualistic as the parking space I …
Credit for this blog post’s idea goes to Pastor Steven Furtick of Elevation Church. During Lockdown, I discovered his church site and started watching some of his sermons. Most of us have seen blog posts or participated in Zoom meetings about what to do during this Covid-19 crisis. Multiple bulleted lists suggest new recipes, guidelines …