I hear it from fellow travelers in the airport or on the plane: “Flying isn’t fun anymore.” About the time I’m ready to dismiss the comment as mindless repetition, something happens to confirm the grumbles. Like the other day, when we were flying back from Oklahoma. Our airline had routed us through Houston, where we …
Daylight Savings Time (DST): I dread it every year, grumbling through the week before the clocks spring forward. Not only does DST increase health risks, disrupting sleep patterns for 300 million people, but scientific research has questioned the very rationale for which it was enacted: conserving energy. So, I am justified in my complaining (I …
“It is written that the Christ would suffer and rise again from the dead the third day…” —Luke 24:46 It’s been years since I stood by my friend in the hospital. The grueling days of graduate school had forged our friendship. I wanted to be there with him when his wife was in labor, a …
Being left behind can be traumatic: left behind as the bus drives away, left behind when the plane takes off, left behind as the ship departs. It can happen in less significant instances, too, like when I was a child and my mom and older brother, Dougie, were leaving to run an errand. “Do you …
I have a distant memory of my childhood: I’m wrapping my arms around my shoulders and rolling down a hill, free and full of life as my soul smiles back at the sun while at the same time, I’m lost in the turning, bathed in a warm light that’s interrupted by the tumbling chaos. But …