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The rain this morning sounds like sleet. It’s the Monday after Resurrection day. Plundered Easter baskets spew plastic grass on these old wood floors and the hollow chocolate bunnies have lost their ears and faces. The oldest boy is sick, again, even...
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This post is loosely based on Luke 19:28-40, the gospel story of Jesus’ entry into Jerusalem. In preparing to preach on the passage this Sunday, I decided to spend some time inside the passage, imagining what it might have been like. This story is...
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This past weekend author and editor Andi Cumbo Floyd came and gave a reading of her new novel, Steele Secrets at our house. You can learn more about Andi and her work here. Nine kids tromped up and down the stairs at random intervals, leaving a trail of...
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I was sick and tired, literally. And it was Friday afternoon. I was a few minutes away from the end of my last lecture for the week, just digging in to the part where I talk about my personal connection with the text. A few minutes earlier, during a brief break...
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Six boys scanned the yard from late afternoon until dusk. They walked with their heads down, six pairs of eyes scoured the not-yet-green grass. Each step bore silent anticipation, nervous chatter bubbled up around their listening. When the metal...
