Debate, discuss, ponder – just remember Christian faith’s bottom line

“What are you up to?” the Preacher just asked. “I’m wrestling words,” I said, peering at him from behind my laptop. “Writing next week’s column. Why?” “When you’re done wrestling,” he said, “could you demonstrate the therapy harp to Anthony? He’s only seen pictures.” I’ll likely never be done word-wrestling. …

Good Friday’s story still reaches across the ages

Riding high on his Harley, Dwayne had no reason to think about how his life would end or what would come after. Suddenly plastered against the side of a semi-cab, Dwayne had no time to think about how his life would end or what would come after.  Weeks later, now …

Shopping or seeking?

Sitting pretty atop elephant, camel and stallion, the three Seekers navigate the perimeter of my living room. For the last two months, those three ceramic magi have migrated (with a little help) from surface to surface. They’re at the south end of the piano now. Still seeking; looking steadily skywards.  …

Merry Christmas – or Happy Holidays?

I’m sorry. That’s all I can say to those who feel the joy has been sucked from their Christmas because they’ve encountered less-than-charitable Christians who stridently insist everyone use the phrase “Merry Christmas” rather than “Happy Holidays.” What disturbs me most about that is that from what I’ve observed, the …

Corrie’s lesson in forgiveness

“If you do not forgive men their trespasses,” Jesus said, “neither will your Father in heaven forgive your trespasses.” It’s a condition not easily met. During the Holocaust, Dutch watchmaker Corrie Ten Boom, along with her beloved sister, Betsie, spent ten months imprisoned in Ravensbruck concentration camp. Nazis had discovered …

No more Halloween for me

Halloween. I’ve tiptoed around the unholy holiday for years, decades even; some years just choosing to be away from home on October 31st; some hiding in the basement, and others, joining in with what everyone else was doing. Trying to find the fun in it; trying to ignore the very …

The truth about Nana’s fake news

I spouted a mouthful of fake news at lunch the other day. To the grandchildren, no less. With a federal election pending, it seemed natural that the discussion around our table turned to politics. “Nana,” asked one of the children asked, “does God discipline bad kings?” “Well,” I said, “When …

Love notes that matter

“Dear Nana. I’m good. But I’m in love with you. Benjamin.” He wrote that note at around five. His crooked, pencilled letters sprawled across the full eight and an half inch width of paper. I keep it in my Bible to show his future wife, should he marry, that I …