Why My Daughter Insists She is NEVER Coming Home!

I get her text. “I am never, ever, ever, never coming home.” And I knew she was hooked. Full blown.  Undone.  In love. Only sixteen. From a family who doesn’t practice dating…..But, I knew when she saw him, her heart would be mush melting.  And all logic.  Useless. After all, she is my daughter. And go […]

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When God Calls. And Son Returns Home Again.

He sits upstairs. Strumming. Quietly. Bellowing through this mom space.  Notes filling….all that’s been lost.  This last year.  Without him. And why is it.  Letting go is easy in words or theory?  But, when left.  Alone. Without son. Or spouse.  Or home.  Or any last resort.  Letting go is the hardest thing to do? And wondering […]

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When A Homeless Man Smiles. A Tent. And BMW’s.

In the city.  I read a story.  Pregnant homeless woman.  Losing her business.  Without money.  Begging for food. Because inside her….His light.  A gift.  A baby. And I see it drive by….as it almost hits us.  The symbol.  Significant.  Racing down freeway to get to its exit.  As if no one else exists……but them. Then, there […]

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When A Homeless Man Chases You. In China.

We emerge.  Half way across the world.  From an underground subway.  And his feet are the first thing I see. Patched with stories of the places that he has been. Calloused. Filthy. Me. Dumbstruck.  Imagining the reality.  Some people don’t have shoes. Ascending from below.  Shanghai.  Navigating through thousands of silent people. To the streets. Up the […]

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A Journey Toward Christ-likeness

Homeless one.  I see you. Why do you wander like I used to? Greed and idolaters.  Why do you seek earthly treasures…that as you chase them…they elude you? Addiction.  Why do you find her?  What shame has made sin have such power? Innocence.  Why have you robbed her?  Left empty, useless, fleeting power. Dwindling strength……Where is your […]

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RADICAL & The Stranger With Dark Skin & A Slanted Nose

We enter our friends 5200 square foot house. Take off our shoes.  And spy him on a stool.  Unassuming. Not standing front and center. Or loudly declaring his convictions. Just silent. On a stool. Yet, instantly, he stands out. Dark skin. Nose bent. This ex-Muslim, in our midst. And, we all stand back. Waiting for words […]

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