Joy Unspeakable and Full of Glory

From my bedroom, my 13 year old ears heard my 17 year old sister and her friends (I think from church) hooting in the living room to a Sunday night episode of British comedy on public television. Already supposed to be asleep, I crept down the hall unnoticed to watch...

Pitch-Safety in Groups

I had already proven to many an accusatory fellow chorister that my voice was not the one dragging us flat when I recorded myself alone in an acoustically friendly room on a cassette recorder. Playback was not kind. Either the batteries were low, or my voice was less...

Confident in God

A lane-wide clearing wound miles through dense woods to my destination. Reaching 30mph on obviously-not-maintained-by-county caliche was challenge enough for me. To my right, 3 whitetails glided through the autumn-browning olive green bramble of briar, brush, and...

Listen To the Silence

A dim shimmer ghosted behind my arm’s gentle sweep, allowing me to see again the hand previously shrouded by darkness. I’ve never seen anything quite like it, and would not have believed its magnitude had I not experienced it myself. Underwater 30 feet, my first night...

His Righteous Right Hand

I took the familiar hand in mine, looking down each aisle as we walked along the back of the store. When I glanced up to see a stranger’s face where my mother’s should have been, realized that not-my-mother’s-face meant not-my-mother’s-hand, the panic sufficed to etch...