Watershed Moment
We've treated racism as though it were an unattended pot on the cooktop. You hear the lid click now and then. You hear a pop or a hiss. Steam escapes. And every now and then the pot boils over. Hissing. Spilling. Sticking to the cooktop. Now you've got a mess. You clean up. You move on. That's what it's like…
Worried?
Everyone worries.Everyone gets anxious.Everyone has anxiety.Everyone gets distracted.Everyone. Everyone is unique. Except when it comes to worry.nnNo one is immune.There is no two-week incubation period.No quarantine.nnNo cure. Worry is a part of our human condition.Distraction. Inattention. Pacing. Nail biting. Overthinking. Procrastinating. Perfecting.Worrying. It's inescapable. And we too easily punish ourselves with a life sentence of worry. What is worry? Worry…
It’s Happening
The signs are everywhere.Clouds spread gloom and shadows.Rain dampens the best of intentions.Darkness grows as light fades.Night falls and will fall again. But morning comes and the sun rises.Light pierces the shadows.Morning mists evaporate.Dew retreats into the ground.Warmth embraces the Earth. We knew another sunrise was coming.We never doubted it.Another day.Another sunrise.Another miracle. But a new darkness threatens.Unlike an ordinary…
Matilde
Her name means mighty in battle. She was a warrior like no other. Rising before the dawn, she gathered her soldiers while the enemy slept. Her weapon was unstoppable. Her passion unmatched. She fought not for herself but for those she loved, and her love was exhaustive and overreaching. Her eyes pierced the soul, reading the heart as though knowing…
Beyond the Fog
It's comingThat cool mist rising from the earthSwallowing the air Engulfing everythingWe see it and we see nothing elseThe vapors that once fell as rain or ran as rivers or dripped as dewThey rise and cloud our visionBut the sun also risesRays of light and heat scorch across the millions of miles and erase the fogOur vision clearsWe see what…
What’s New?
New day. New year. New decade. But what's new? I clicked on Biblegateway.com, and the verse for today was Psalm 90:12. "Teach us to number each of our days so we may grow in wisdom." Even if we don't number our days, the days seem to number themselves. When I was young, I looked forward to everything. Now that I've…
Keeping Christmas
It's good to observe Christmas day. The special time when we agree to stop work to spread good cheer. It helps us feel a sense of community and shared purpose. It reminds us to set our watches to the greater clock of humanity. But there is a better thing than observing Christmas day, and that is, keeping Christmas. Are you…
Who Are You?
Who do you see when you look in the mirror? It’s strange, but the fact is you’ve never seen yourself.Your mirror gives you a reflection—a mirror image.You can look at a selfie or a portrait, but you can never truly see yourself. It’s terribly easy to see our flaws. Bad hair. Something stuck between your teeth. Maybe you missed a…
Go Home
Harsh words. Harsh tone. Laughter. And applause. So many emotions. So many thoughts—ways I want to react—feelings I can’t help feeling. Yet the one who was attacked responded in dignity and selfless love. How do we respond? How should we respond? As I chew on those thoughts, I have to ask how did Jesus respond to similar attacks? He is…
Beauty for Ashes
She feels unloved, unloveable, undesirable. Each step draws her deeper into the mire of self doubt, self consciousness, and self loathing. Her emotions fade, flatten, and fail. Her spirit falls into the abyss.But she is not alone.Deep beneath the roaring flames, buried in the coals she has heaped on herself and those life has hurled upon her, she feels a…
Stop the Demand
I recently finished revising my novel about a small-town girl who is abducted and trafficked for sex. Although her story is fiction, it's all too real, and it's happening every day in every town. The numbers are staggering, and they aren't numbers. They're girls... and boys. I've been trying to process what I've learned about sex-trafficking, but I can't get…
Will It Ever End
I feel emotionally drained after writing Emma's story. It begins in the dark world of sex-trafficking where hope is a fantasy. Her story will probe hearts and minds, not only with compelling plot twists, but with gut-twisting truths from this modern-day plague of sex-trafficking. The baffling part of sex-trafficking is the demand. Where does it come from? What inspires someone…