He’s just done it again.  Jesus, Gentle Healer, heart beating full with love for those castoffs, speaks a word and heals the lepers.  His word alone, going forth, makes them

“For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.”  Mr. Pope must’ve been thinking of me when he wrote that line.  

You may have seen him in Friday’s post (if not, skip down below).  If you know him at all (or if you read the post), you’ll know that he came

Just this week, he came home with a CD in his pocket, loaded with (swallowing hard) his senior pictures.  Eager, Mother flashed upstairs the next morning, tearing through them, smiling

Some events have transpired this week that have highlighted an area in our family life that needs attention.  A certain analyst (that would be me) has been picking up chatter

I’m seeing a trend here.  They’re all doing it, and if I want to hop in while there’s still time, I’d better get crackin’. It’s the presidential campaign.  Still a

I recalled the text that had come last Thursday, “Did you hear the bad news?  He was killed.” Surely everyone who received the terrible news that night thought instantly of

When we met later at yet another common love (Starbucks), we’d talked and talked, spinning happiness through the mocha-scented air, and then she dropped it, casual like, right there in

“He’s gonna find out who’s naughty and nice.  Santa Claus is coming to town.” Ok.  I heard that sniff.  But here we are, 10 months from last Christmas.  That equals