Last weekend Lori and I went to a MercyMe concert. She had planned it months ago when she saw where the popular Christian band would be performing in Louisville, near the date that marked the one-year anniversary since our son, Harrison, died suddenly from a fentanyl overdose, our casualty in the ongoing opioid crisis. Just …
“I had to turn the radio off.” Lori’s voice was shaky when she called. “They were playing, ‘Home,’ and I’m still not ready to hear it.” That’s because the Chris Tomlin song, “Home,” was one we had chosen for Harrison’s memorial service, after our son’s untimely death, now almost a year ago. Certain songs can …
“They finally got one,” I muttered, hot-footing it towards my two Schnauzers. I rarely let my dogs out without their leash, because they tend to run off. But it was Saturday morning, and I was letting them roam in the backyard, carefully watching the dogs with one eye, while watching ESPN Game Day, with the …
Anne Lamott, in quoting a priest friend of hers named Tom, wrote, “You can safely assume you’ve created God in your own image when it turns out that God hates all the same people you do.” But that’s the kind of god I prefer: a god of my own liking, a safe, controllable, and manageable …
“But I don’t wanna go to school today,” my grandson told me as I opened the car door for him. “I know,” I said, “some days I don’t feel like going to work, either.” We all have those days, days when we just have to slog through, days when it feels like we are trudging …