Tag: prayer
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THERE IS A WAY. . ..
THERE IS A WAY. . . . Another anniversary. Another tragedy. Another reminder of the evil that is rampant in our world. The evil has always been present – since creation. We’ve simply allowed evil to feel more at home among us. Our senses have been numbed, our preferences have made us more tolerant of…
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K E N Z I E
When she was in 8th grade she stepped behind our cash register at Cadence Coffee on 7th and started taking orders. She learned the skills she needed to become an excellent barista and equally excellent manager at not one but two locations. When I asked her to take the manager role at Mayfly she took the role…
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N O A C C I D E N T S
I saw your picture today. You were in my “memories.” You won’t remember us – but we can never forget you. You came into our life as unexpectedly as you left. I’ll never forget the night at church when your mom walked in from the streets and asked me to pray for you in her…
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Basic Church 101 -“Community”
I know this whole COVID – 19 thing is crazy and causing a lot of unsettledness in our world. The effect of this virus has reached every part of our society including the doors of the Church. Now, just about every community of faith is faced with decisions concerning how, when, & where they will…
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Praying in Cirlces
They are one of the first and easiest shapes we learn to draw in school, or even pre-school. They don’t have to be perfect, just relatively discernable. They are naturally formed when we stand in a group of people. If we get lost, we get the most frustrated when we realize that we’ve been driving in them…
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42 things I would tell a younger me. . .
I’m 42 today. I’m less excited about this milestone than the previous 41. The mirror seems to daily tell me that I’m so much older than I feel. Gray hairs abound. Lines seem to appear in places they didn’t exist just a year ago. That being said, I find myself a bit more introspective this year…
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The Other Side
George came in yesterday. He was walking on cloud nine. “Cancer Free!” He shouted. He was so excited and we were too. He went on to tell us, how he had been cared for so well. People had given him boxes and boxes of food. He’s a very thin older man, but “We’ll fix…
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Hazel’s Old Brown Chair
It creaks when I sit down in it, and when I lift the legs to recline it click, click, clicks like one of those turn style gates at an amusement park. Its not the prettiest piece of furniture in our house, but its comfortable. It’s my spot. It’s Hazel’s old brown chair. Hazel was a friend.…
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The Little Things
When she walks into the room, you’ll be hard pressed to miss her. She’s tall, with thick long blonde hair, and a booming voice that will wake you from the deepest of sleep. Sarah is homeless, but she doesn’t spend a lot of time talking about that. She’s quick to tell you just how good God…
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The Rock In My Pocket
I stood there with him on the side of the road, waiting for the tow truck to arrive. The country road was quiet, with the exception of the occasional passer-by, and so was he. He was trying to be hopeful, and keep a right perspective, but this was the third vehicle malfunction his family had dealt…