There are always alternative facts

Our son was at the age where he was losing the last of his baby teeth. He was also at the age of uncertainty of a tooth fairy. He was leaning toward believing this was another fable parents told their kids much like the more famous one about, well, you know…..the fat guy in a red suit. Jonathan called out to his dad one morning. The tooth still under his...

What's really new?

Was it just yesterday we celebrated new life? No, more than new life, we celebrated death defeated. We celebrated the Son of God, whose body was beaten and crucified, whose dead body was carried to a tomb but death couldn’t keep him. We celebrated that: a resurrection! Yesterday we gathered in our churches or outside services to celebrate this long-held belief that Jesus is the Son of God and that,...

Sometimes you just need to play

The granddaughter was here last week. The three of us. Her spring break. Not ours. It was a week that reminded me why I was a SAHM (stay at home mom – gotcha!) when our children were children. For a person who likes to multitask, raising children and having responsibilities outside the home for 100 men and staff is harder to do at the same time than, say, doing a...

It’s about everyday

Whoever coined the phrase “cycle of life” got it right. It’s a cycle, spinning and turning, sometimes agitating like a washing machine cycle and other times it turns easily ’round and ’round like a carousel. This is the in-between day of the Easter story. The after and the day before. The day after what surely must have been the worst day ever for Jesus’ mother and those who followed in...

My Boy

I don’t know what prompted me but Easter Sunday I sent to both our children this simple text: He Is Risen! Our daughter and family were camping and wouldn’t see the text for some time, if at all. Our son was in Louisville visiting his girlfriend’s family for Easter. He might not even be up but it didn’t matter. I was only wishing them a happy Easter but there was...

My Boy

I don’t know what prompted me but Easter Sunday I sent to both our children this simple text: He Is Risen! Our daughter and family were camping and wouldn’t see the text for some time, if at all. Our son was in Louisville visiting his girlfriend’s family for Easter. He might not even be up but it didn’t matter. I was only wishing them a happy Easter but there was...