History, Real Life, and Faith
My father-in-law gave us a subscription to American Spectator magazine some 30 years ago. I ying and yang on my opinion of the magazine; it often seems way too harsh. But about 20 years ago they encouraged readers to send in photos of themselves reading American Spectator. My favorite was the Army officer reading the magazine while sitting in one…
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I grew up in a household with a mercurial, creative, option-loving parent. He meant well, but his word simply wasn’t good–at least in the plans he made for us. (His word was a bond in business and he paid dearly for his loyal ethics). That meant for me, things often felt out of control. I didn’t know what would happen…
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I’m seeking order, as usual. My colleague Wendy Lawton and I share a major belief. We both think if we can find an orderly system of management, our life will become simpler, more controllable and efficient. I’m not sure why Wendy is so convinced, but my past as a military wife bears some responsibility for my dream. Thirteen times we…
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What does a rumpled bed have to do with theology? While praying over the issues in friends’ lives recently, I wished I could take their lives, fling them out like bedsheets, and smooth them out again as when making a bed. If only they could start again at the beginning, instead of muddling through the current mess. I shook my…
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The amazing courage of pioneers
My mother’s Sicilian cousin died last Thursday, five days before the big celebration of his 90th birthday. When my cousin wrote to tell of the news he sadly noted, “this is the end of a connection to the past. Nino waved goodbye as our family left for America,” in 1931. That’s his grandson in the photo; Nino came to marriage,…
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