Two-year-old Silas stood awaiting his sentence. Someone had committed a crime against household harmony, and he had no alibi. In fact, the Judge had seen Silas do it. Whoever said “Justice is blind” was crazy, he thought. I think Justice has eyes in the back of her head. And she did. Things were not looking […]
The Gift of Grief
It is the business of a sinful world to turn our eyes away from Jesus – to the more pressing, familiar-seeming things around us: “a newsboy shouting the midday paper, and a No. 73 bus going past” (Lewis, The Screwtape Letters). Our work, entertainment, and hobbies act as anesthetics. And like anesthetics, they block pain […]
The Art of Days – Part One
My husband can tell that my annual bout of parenting fatigue has arrived when I lock myself in our bedroom with the laptop and a half-pint of Starbucks Java Chip ice cream. I’ll sit on the bed crying into a soft old t-shirt from college, rattle around YouTube, and occasionally whimper, “I can’t do this […]
On Guns and Breakfast and Getting Shot
I woke to the smell of bacon and coffee, familiar and pleasant and full of the promise of a new adventure. Rolling out of my sheet, I tossed my legs to the floor and dragged my boots towards me with my right foot. I slipped into the jeans draped over the foot of the bed […]
Speaking of Imagination
It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see. Henry David Thoreau There is a language of imagination. Let’s call it imaginationish. It’s not actually a language, but more of a universal dialect. It is using words to describe things that the eye does not see, the ear does not hear, the […]