Month: January 2020

There was little balance in the questionable diner we frequented growing up. One step into it's fogged glass doors and onto it's syrup laden floor was like a step into a different place and time. The off red bubbled back booths spoke of the flood of truckers, laborers, and modest families that came day in … Continue reading Diner in the Heartland →

There are few topics in history that carry as much sobriety as the Holocaust. I find it difficult to write on such topics because of such a burden. Yet, as a student of history and a creature of a fractured time, I find it necessary to write upon. How we handle such events matter, and … Continue reading Holocaust Memorial Day →

28 When He arrived at the other side in the region of the Gadarenes, two demon-possessed men coming from the tombs met Him. They were so violent that no one could pass that way. 29 "What do you want with us, Son of God?" they shouted. "Have you come here to torture us before the appointed … Continue reading Walking From Death →

9 Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called sons of God – Matthew 5:9 Today is the day we commemorate Martin Luther King Jr. Perhaps there has been no bigger a year to reflect on his life’s mission than the year we find ourselves in. It seems that we were in a sort … Continue reading Why Martin Luther King Jr. Still Matters →

At its core, any belief one has which is valued by that person, requires a leap into the unknown. Whether of faith or not, all of us must land somewhere in the ethic that leads our life. Unfortunately, many of us do so by default. Never exploring the depths of our convictions, we stay comfortable … Continue reading Leap Into Faith →

Rose was very Catholic. Her devotion played out practically in a sweet and tender spirit. After raising three relatively well-adjusted kids, and fostering a enviable marriage, she was nearer to the end than her rebellious beginning. Rebellion for her, of course, consisted in tempered risks that would warrant a second glance only for those of … Continue reading Rose, Lewis, and Starting Again →