Prescription for Doing (Life) Part 2 – Something New

Prescription for Doing (Life) Part 2 – Something New

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.

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A Better End

A Better End

I welcome 2012 like a cool surf on a warm beach morning. I leave behind a year of transition, and quite frankly, months of frustration.

One year ago, in January, I wrote in my journal these words:

My big, extraordinary circumstance for this year is whether to move to Indiana or stay in Colorado…I’ll walk wherever God leads, albeit severe difficulties…

On this cold and windy evening, one year later, I sit in my home office with a Rocky Mountain landscape adorning the western wall and a window overlooking an Indiana countryside. Moving across the country straddles so many facets of life. Patterns change. Habits. Comforts. Familiarity. And often, we change. Continue reading “A Better End”

The Crux

The Crux

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crux [kruhks]
-noun
a vital, basic, decisive, or pivotal point; something that torments by its puzzling nature; a perplexing difficulty. 
“Crux.” Def. 1 & 3. Dictionary.com. Web. 27 Apr 2010.
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“Dad, I can’t do it,” said the young boy.

“Reach your left hand about half a foot!” Dad said.

“My arms are getting tired. I’m ready to come down!”

“Buddy, you’re so close to the top! Rest on your legs for a minute.”

The boy nestled into the footholds, weighting his legs but still gripping the rock.

“You ready?” said Dad.

The afternoon wind muffled the boys response.

“What was that?” said Dad, louder this time. Continue reading “The Crux”