Waiting. That’s what God has been teaching me lately. And it’s not even me at the front of the classroom, waiting for the teacher to arrive with the test results. It’s my brother. And he isn’t waiting for a teacher. My brother waits for a doctor, not just any doctor. It’s a specialist who will …
“Good grief,” I muttered as we inched along the country road that wound along one of the many rounded hills we call “knobs” in Kentucky, this one only a couple of miles from our house. My two-word commentary wasn’t a response to a tractor blocking our way or cattle slow-hoofing it across the road. Lori …
Anyone watching me walk might have wondered what I found so funny at such an early hour. We were in Oklahoma, and I awoke predawn, taking to the streets while all were asleep in the house. That was when my daughter-in-law, Kayla, sent me a Facetime call. Our granddaughter, Stella, was up early too, as children …
It’s being called “The Working Class Anthem.” The song by Oliver Anthony, “Rich Men North of Richmond,” resonates with millions. Anthony describes the working person’s struggles in the song’s first lines before pivoting to the social-political changes that dominate so much public conversation today. The song has become a YouTube sensation with tens of millions …
I don’t know how many grave markers surrounded me as I walked through the cemetery, the early morning dew glistening on the neatly manicured cemetery lawn, donning the gravesites with a heavenly aura, giving me the sense that I had entered another dimension: a sacred one. Except for a few priests, who had served at …