That’s right, two of them. My first one died of cancer when I was eight. Who was she? She was my mommy. She made my meals and kept me clothed. For someone who didn’t like the sewing machine, she turned out some pretty dress… Continue Reading “My Mothers”
I am so thankful for the God I serve. A God that is so big that He can, as one first grader said, “hold the world and all the stars and even all the universe and all the other stars in His hand—on one… Continue Reading “Thank You”
Perspective changes when tragedy strikes.
The third part of the “Toronto Trilogy” She Worships …raising her hands above her creamy coffee-toned skin and tight, dark curls. …closing her eyes and singing along with the praise song. …leaning against the sprightly, accountant-type, balding husband of hers. He Worships …joining our… Continue Reading “She Worships”
Entitlement. The disease is crippling North American youth, even–or should I say especially–Mennonite youth. This disease is genetic (yes, some of our parents and other ancestors have or had it), and anyone who is spiritually out-of-shape is susceptible to it in any season of… Continue Reading “The Entitlement Epidemic”