Just Like That: The Marvel of Mark 16:19
But why am I so stuck on this one verse that escaped my gaze all the other dozens of times I read it? Why am I so taken up with it now?
Three reasons come to mind.
My Irish Trip of a Lifetime: In 5 Words and 50 Photos
I live on. Which means it might be too soon to make the call. But to date, it rates as the trip of a lifetime. Mom and dad took their kids and grandkids, ages five to 76, to Ireland—15 of us, for one glorious week. Odes to the Irish Éire was a muse. Words flowed….
Love’s Frets and Rubs
Loves that last welcome frets and rubs. That’s how they rise to heaven. We all want that kind of forever-love, that everlasting, never-failing, ongoing sort of love. At the very least, we want to keep our love sweet. I mean more than married love here. I mean all the “natural” loves. But as C.S. Lewis…
As the Ruin Falls: A Poem for a Hot Mess
Are you a hot mess? A broken soul? Ruined and a wreck? Check, check, and check- all in the past two weeks, I’ve been. But there is a balm in Gilead. There is a poem for that, as your ruin falls. But I am not a poet and—if haiku and limericks are excepted—I do know it….