One day this week, early in the morning, I was starting my drive in to the hospital, when I noticed that seemingly overnight, all the Bradford pear trees in my neighborhood had burst into full bloom. They’d started the process several days before—first showing small hints of white blossoms and then beginning to spread flowers […]Read more "This Is the Moment"
You may have noticed that now that the days are getting warmer, the birds are back in the mornings. And I’m not talking about one or two lonely birds with thin, warbly voices, braving the cold to offer their thin, pure melodies. I’m talked about rich and riotous songs of all kinds—cardinals and robins and […]Read more "Life’s Soundtrack"
Many years ago, when my children were small and we lived together in a big limestone farmhouse in Columbus, Indiana, I was living a busy and often stressful life. I was a self-employed writer with a small business and juggling a busy household and school activities with deadlines, editors, and more. It was often my […]Read more "Opening, Again, to Joy"
Memories are such funny things. This week, out of the blue, I remembered a moment from more than 30 years ago that became the seed for this morning’s message. My brother John had come to visit when I was living in Brown County, and we were having coffee in the kitchen that morning when he […]Read more "Our Part in Peace"
My favorite Far Side cartoon—which I found probably 15 or 20 years ago—shows a young boy sitting at a table, with feathers in the air all around him and soot on his face, like there was an explosion, the result of an obvious science experiment gone wrong. The caption says, “God as a kid tries […]Read more "Toddler Jesus"