How To Pray in a Hurricane

My home state is bracing for it today. Home Depot’s out of generators, and Harris Teeter’s shelves of bread are looking bare. All of the inland hotels are booked up, and flights west are full. There is a hurricane on the way, and not a little one. The summer I was 12, Hurricane Charley visited... Continue Reading →

Kate’s Magic 8 Ball

Kate, circa 1986: Magic 8 Ball, will I ever have a house with secret tunnels and an elevator?  Don’t count on it. Will I live among gypsies in Spain?  My sources say no. Be a teacher?  You may rely on it. Marry the red-headed boy?  Outlook not so good. Write a best-seller?  (Magic 8 Ball... Continue Reading →

The Radical Questions of Christ

So Jesus had a knack for asking questions that threw people a little off-balance.  Questions that provoke anger, exposing his enemies, questions that stick in a person's head and poke, like irritants introduced to an oyster.  Eventually, over time, maybe that irritant will produce a pearl. As many smart people have observed, Jesus asked way... Continue Reading →

In a World Dry as Kindling

Dear Kids, As you might have noticed, we were born in America.  We come from families with a long history of working hard to beat the odds, of excelling in all kinds of jobs—or not, as the case may be.  We have drinkers and pirates and politicians and scalawags, artists, creators, teachers, and pastors lining... Continue Reading →

Mamas and Boys

Four mamas, nine boys between us.  The oldest is fifteen, the smallest fiercely five, and we’ve been through it.  From infertility to a whole lot of surprising fertility, from spectrums and conditions to hand-wringing and tears.  We’ve seen the inside of a lot of hospitals and churches and counselors’ offices and McDonalds, laughed and snorted... Continue Reading →

One Small Prayer

platitude, noun:  a remark or statement (especially with moral content) that has been used too often to be interesting or thoughtful.  Cliché. It has happened a hundred times.  At gravesides, hospital beds, over coffee.  Tears are falling, someone is looking for answers. He won’t be with us much longer.   I’m going to lose the... Continue Reading →

Why in the world…

People sometimes want to know what it is like to live on the full-time financial support of others.  Isn't there a better way?  Grants, say, or the insurance payout from accidental dismemberment?  The very idea of raising support gives most people the heebie-jeebies, and when one's son or daughter is contemplating a life of service,... Continue Reading →

See Eternally: Homesick, Part 2

In the waiting, do you lose heart? God is not dead, nor does he sleep. The hiddenness of God does not indicate his absence, his apathy, or even his inaction, just our own blindness. We can't see God or his host of angels any more than we can see electrons whirling around in our fingertip.... Continue Reading →

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