Do all lives matter? Or do only some lives matter? With the increasing tribalism we are seeing in America, this matters more than ever. But it’s not a new question. Ecclesiastes 1:9 ends with “there’s nothing new under the sun.”
“Mommy. He spilled milk on the dining room carpet.” “No! She left it near the edge so when I walked by it knocked over. It’s her fault.” “No – it wasn’t near the edge. He moved it there.” “Guys, I don’t care whose fault it is. Somebody just pick up the cup so it stops... Continue Reading →
As a child, I never understood how one could describe pain. Words like sharp, stabbing, aching. How could I know what I felt was sharp or stabbing? How do we know that what one describes as sharp another might not describe as aching? And isn’t grief a bit like this? Each of us has or will experience it in our lifetime. But how each one of us feels and describes those feelings is always different.
Choosing a Father’s Day card for my dad has always been arduous. Most have too many words for a man with few of his own. At least few that he shared with me. He probably had many words. He was an English major after all. Yet, somehow, to me at least, he was a man... Continue Reading →