Weeping Angel

Wax & Clay: The Choice of Suffering

There is a distinct quality in a broken person, though mileage varies. Some are hardened and cold, some are tender and gentle. Either way, you can see it in their eyes, their body posture, their gait. You hear it in their voice. They’ve been slammed. Slammed by life, circumstance, relationships, disease, tragedy. Mind you, I’m…

Star-Struck Faith

Abraham, the father of our faith, believed in a God “who gives life to the dead and calls into being that which does not exist. In hope against hope he believed” (Rom. 4:17-18). Nothing but faith is capable of seeing the invisible, believing the impossible. As Abraham’s children, we are part of a crazy bloodline of impossibilities. We see promises in…

How Eternity Anchors Us Through Hard Times

Finding Answers in the Ache In my previous post, I reflected on the painful silent periods of faith, using the metaphor of the darks side of the moon. When we enter periods of darkness and confusion, as difficult as it can be, we must try take a step back and enlarge our view. To this…

Six Years and a Day

Yesterday, October 28, I visited the grave of my late wife. The 6-year anniversary of her passing was crisp, clean and glorious with Autumn. Beauty intertwined with sadness, reflection with memory. Notably, for the first time in six years, the day was shot through with joy, too. Before she died, we had created 16 beautiful…