An Open Letter to My Father for Thanksgiving

An Open Letter to My Father for Thanksgiving

The following was first published five years ago. It has been slightly modified to fit the current holiday season… Holidays are intended to be joyful—a time of peace, reflection, and above all, savoring relationships. However, far too often, and after years of...
The Morning Routine

The Morning Routine

I got up and got out all of my important things one recent, sunshiny dawn—Bible, prayer list, devotional, glasses so I could read any of the aforementioned—preparing to start my day like many others, with God, immersing myself in the water of life (Jn 4:14)....
Moving Up the Line

Moving Up the Line

As I approached another “it-can’t-already-be-my-birthday” birthday, my son asked me if I felt old. A simple yes or no wouldn’t do. Here is what I said:  In certain circumstances, if I were to be standing, say, fourth in a line of a thousand people at some particular...
The Rock

The Rock

I had a dream when I was a boy that I found a million dollars under a big rock while walking to school. I decided to leave it there until I returned home later that day. (Don’t judge me; it was a dream!) After school, I rushed back the way I had come, but couldn’t...