To know you’re not forgotten. You have a gift. You have talents. You have a purpose. And you are needed. … Continue reading 7 Daily Affirmations for Finishing Well
Oceans. Mountains. Trees. Birds. Creatures that move on the ground and in the sea. Newborn babies. The sun rises and … Continue reading The Evidence Is All Around
Gomez Ramesh invited me to his home for Tandoori Chicken with a side of something resembling creamed spinach. I was a single twenty year-old at the time, serving in the U.S. Air Force in Colorado Springs, and I’d never heard of Tandoori anything, but the red-colored roasted chicken on a bed of grilled onions looked and smelled amazing.
Gomez motioned me to sit at the dinner table, and his wife, Lily, did the same.
After exchanging pleasantries and watching Gomez and Lily dip flat pieces of bread in a light-green cucumbery sauce—to which I followed suit—I noticed a picture of Jesus on the wall. In my ignorance, I had presumed Gomez and Lily were of another faith, and so I inquired.
I was half correct. Gomez was a Hindu, and Lily, a Catholic.
You have a zombie in your Easter basket, and it’s eating your chocolate eggs. Not exactly what you were expecting to hear going into Resurrection Sunday weekend. More like Halloween.
One of my favorite television series right now is The Walking Dead. If you’re already thinking, Great, another post about zombies, don’t leave just yet. Instead of walking dead things, let’s talk about waking dead things, about resurrecting and restoring the vibrancy that has died in us. For dead places are eating away at the sweetness of life.
At age seven I touched my first computer. By age thirteen, I was connecting multiple computers together over a public … Continue reading The Great Digital Commission
Like stars on a tree your mind sparkles with dots of brilliance Though darkness and void far outweigh the specks … Continue reading Starry-eyed Dreamers
I rummaged through stacks of DVD movies, still boxed away a year after moving into our home. My youngest son wanted to watch Avatar. I had initially requested the recent Netflix arrival of The Artist (to which you can imagine a 12 year-old boy’s disinterested response). A part of me wanted to watch neither, so I continued my search for something we hadn’t experienced in a while. Continue reading “Don’t Skip the Credits”