I love the Advent season with all of its symbols. Garlands. Wreaths. Calendars. Creches. And lights. A seven-foot tree reigns over my living room. Garlands wind their way up the stair railing and drape the fireplace mantel. Enter through my front door, and a nativity...
There’s a difference between deaf and Deaf. The former is a physical condition, the latter is an identity. Having grown up with a deaf sibling, I’d always been aware of the frustrations in communication between the hearing and the deaf, but until recent years I had...
If you notice the layout of my website or if you read my newsletter, you have a distinct sense that I love the ocean. Over a lifetime, the sea has provided a thousand metaphors for me to write about. I grew up a mile from the Atlantic, and I could walk to the beach at...
I’m always good for a compassionate tear-jerker of a story, and Lety Out Loud with its sympathetic characters and focus on abandoned pets blessed me with three separate crying jags. Synopsis Lety Muñoz is an ESL student fresh out of fifth grade. She loves putting just...
“Those who don't know history are doomed to repeat it.” ― Edmund Burke Tomorrow is the anniversary of 9/11, the day our police and firemen were our greatest heroes. What has happened in the last nineteen years? Our heroes have become Enemy Number One on the evening...
Painting the Rainbow is a beautiful, multi-generational story of the Greenwood family’s summer reunion. The Greenwoods appear healthy, supportive of one another, ideal—except for the mystery of Jesse’s death more than twenty years earlier. Thirteen-year-old...
For the last two days I’ve combined ingredients to create a spiritual recipe for healing based on the first half of 2 Chronicles 7: 14. “If my people, who are called by My Name, will humble themselves and pray and seek My face and turn from their wicked ways, then...
Welcome back to this recipe for Healing Our Land. Yesterday, I introduced you to an analogy that goes along with 2 Chronicles 7:14. “If my people, who are called by My Name, will humble themselves and pray and seek My face and turn from their wicked ways, then will I...
In my last post, I shared how wonderful it would be if even ten percent of our population would pray in small groups for just ten minutes a day. We would send up three hundred million minutes of prayer! Every day! This week, I want to expand on that with several...
Answering simple questions.
What if thirty million Americans who believed in a good God spent ten minutes every day praying for their country? Three hundred million minutes of prayer rising to heaven during every twenty-four-hour period. .300,000,000 minutes to: Confess our lack of love toward...
I stopped watching the news last weekend. In emotional overload, I felt helpless, paralyzed. How could I, a peace-loving person, stop the riots? Stop cities from burning? What has happened to my country? To my city? How can gentle souls overpower mob rule? I woke...
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