The Tree

There wasn’t a game I played more often as a kid than a good, old-fashioned game of tag. I never wanted to be “It.” I just wanted to run from whoever was.   It was exhilarating and exhausting to have someone on your heels in hot pursuit, so long as you didn’t get...

God’s Daring Vulnerability

In preparing a sermon on the vulnerability of God, I reached back to an old journal entry.  October of 2005… Today at the grocery store, Jack blew into the chute of the coffee grinder. He started whining and frantically rubbing his eyes because the lingering...

License Plates and Patch Jobs

A raw, scraping sound emanated from the front right of my truck every time I turned the steering wheel sharply. I wondered, initially, if some steering components had come loose or if suspension parts had broken off. I pulled into the driveway and chocked the back...

Not Pristine

For roughly three months, our Alabama home has been for sale. A handful of potential buyers have walked through the house. So far, no offers. After each showing, the buyer’s agent types up their clients’ reactions as feedback for us as sellers. A new professor at...