My grandmother died a week ago Friday. She was the last of my grandparents to go, the last of her siblings, and it feels, in some ways, the last of her generation (except for many of my hospice patients, of course). I mean, They don't make people like her anymore. Today was her funeral. It…Read more Full of Light
I was loved as a child. I know I was fortunate in this, and I think I even knew it then. I was loved by my family, I mean, which I suspect is the main thing, in childhood. I had a little more trouble at school, though, and somewhere along the way I picked up…Read more The Like of God
How is it that Christians are still so divided along color lines that in almost half a century, a missionary kid like me never heard of the actual "Father of Modern Missions"? Or if I did, it was never in those terms, and I don't remember it?
Some things about me you may already know, and if you don't, you should: For the entire six years of our marriage thus far, Paul and I have lived in a 650 square foot house. It is, according to some people, "adorable," and truly, we have made a good life for ourselves in it. Paul…Read more Isaiah 54.2