Everything but the Kitchen Sink

(Caveat: this memo contains petty complaints.) Much of Saturday was occupied by replacing a broken washing machine and clearing a clogged drain in my kitchen. Admittedly, the washing machine was just an expense: my wife found and bought it, and a very nice young man...

Frailty and Faith

Our frailty Shortly after 9/11, a few of us finally return to the racquetball club for a pre-dawn workout. We pause in the foyer first to watch and listen as a news commentator reads the names and circumstances of some missing and known victims: we all know it is...

A Hand Up

Humility and dependency are core elements of Christianity—that is, of a believer’s life as a follower of Jesus. That much is clear from God’s side in the phrase: “My strength is made perfect in weakness;” and from man’s in: “when I am weak, then I am strong.” I gladly...

Just One Drop

My mother has been making homemade cinnamon rolls since I was a small child—I mean get-up-at-2am-mix-roll-cut-bake-ice-from-scratch cinnamon rolls to die for. She taught me only one part of that process: how to make the powdered sugar icing. (I’m sure she would have...

We are the Echo

Near Terlingua, TX, cradling the Rio Grande, is a deep, narrow, rock-faced canyon, Santa Elena. Our kids suggested we visit it while we were celebrating our 36th anniversary with stays in the Texas desert and hill country. High waters from recent rains kept us from...

Barking Judgement

I attempted a feat Sunday: to ride from Paris to Detroit and back in a single afternoon. Unfortunately, the trail ended abruptly west of Detroit, just east of Blossom (Texas, of course). So I turned my bike around and rode back in order make it on time to the evening...