My Word of the Week: Count

My Word of the Week: Count

It’s always about this time every year that I grow wholly grateful for life in ways I wish would stick with me through the year. October is my birth month—a birth so many moons ago I begin to lose track. But October also is my death month. At least that’s the story I thought I was living nine years ago.

Do Nothing to Stop It

Do Nothing to Stop It

The sun shines white today, angling in through the blinds, and just through the window I see the red blooms on my quince bush stretching open in the warmth. When the first hint of them caught my eye a week or so ago, I worried. This unseasonably warm weather we have...
The Light of Life

The Light of Life

Holding the body and blood of Jesus in my hand felt different yesterday. Surely these elements took on new significance because our pastor’s entire sermon was about the Passover meal Jesus shared with his disciples the night before His death, that meal in which...
The Natural Order Restored

The Natural Order Restored

We sat down at my kitchen table for lunch, my dad and I, just like we have dozens of times since I bought this fixer-upper four years ago. This house has been a joint project for the two us: me, the owner and supplier of materials; and my dad, the one who does all the...