Saturday morning our kids were all away at sleep-overs. John got up early and brought two cups of coffee back to bed. When I stirred from my nest of sheets and sun, he asked, “Are you ready to hear about what I saw this morning?” I guess I must have been...
He was a dead ringer for the kid from A Christmas Story. A short, chubby boy with an overgrown buzz cut and thick, dark rimmed glasses. Dressed in navy sweats from head to toe, he ran back and forth along the edge of the playground, arms pumping, breath...
Reaching across the purple loveseat where we sat, I grabbed a hunk of my husband’s wildly overgrown hair and held it between my fingers. “I have an idea,” I said, “Let’s hold Daddy down and cut his hair.” The kids, sprawled around the room in various stages of...
(Photo Source) The seminary’s married housing sprawled in a series of low brick buildings some five miles from campus. There the newly married, newly empty-nested and a few brave families with young children resided in dilapidated cinder-block two-story...
Photo Source A community is only being created when its members accept that they are not going to achieve great things, that they are not going to be heroes, but simply live each day with new hope, like children, in wonderment as the sun rises and in...
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