Not that long ago, a hope chest was a piece of furniture used by an unmarried young woman to store clothing and household items to be used after she got married. Presumably, the chest and its contents represented her hope for the future. All the good people of Westville ever wanted was a better life. … Continue reading Hope Chest
Tag: faith
Independence
Tullius: You don’t really believe that do you? Marcus: Yes. I do. The kingdom of God is among us. Tullius: So, you mean in the here and now, not in the next life or that it’s on the way? Marcus: In a sense, it’s on the way, because the choices we make today can nudge … Continue reading Independence
Weep No More
In 2008, our Weeping Cherry tree was under attack. A thunderstorm blew it almost to the ground and split the trunk out of spite, I suppose. I propped the tree for over two years and treated it to stop the insects crawling on the cracked trunk. After that, it was able to grow – little … Continue reading Weep No More
What’s the Point?
“We all are going to die,” at least according to a prominent senator. This observation leads to two conclusions, both of which are unsatisfying. One is that religion (Christianity, according to the senator) will provide “salvation” in the next life, so we don’t need to fix things in this life. The other is that no … Continue reading What’s the Point?
Affirmations
The only time I missed a performance in college was when I contracted mononucleosis. My spleen was the size of a football and because of the risk of a rupture, I was confined to the infirmary for a week. I brought all my textbooks and a Bible. I thought the time alone might provide an … Continue reading Affirmations
The End of the Line
I carry a hazy childhood memory of waving goodbye to my father at an airport. As a salesman, he often left home – and returned a week or so later. I got used to daddy leaving and always coming back. At the time, I had no idea that some kids had fathers who left and … Continue reading The End of the Line
Words and Works
Once upon a time, I lost my keys in the snow. Obviously, they didn’t make it to the bottom of my coat pocket. I realized this when I got to my office. After I retraced my steps, there was still no sign of them, so I mentioned their disappearance to our custodian, Mac, when I … Continue reading Words and Works
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