Monday, September 30, 2024
Inefficiency Inc.
Saturday, September 28, 2024
To Judi, at Sunrise
Wednesday, September 25, 2024
The Brave Shepherd
There has been a bare place on one of our bedroom walls since we rearranged our room to install a mini-split unit two years ago. I could have hunted around for a picture to fill it, but I had a feeling that spot was reserved for something special. A few weeks ago I saw this canvas online and Reed made it my birthday gift. There are many nice prints available showing Jesus in his role as shepherd. One that is popular now shows a robed Jesus racing toward a lost sheep. It is a nice sentiment, but that lamb is only wet and muddy, not in immediate danger. The picture below is called, "Jesus Protects His Sheep from Wolves." But I think of it as The Brave Shepherd. To me it illustrates the eternal security of our salvation. If David snatched a lamb from a lion's mouth (1 Sam. 17:34-37), would our heavenly Shepherd do less? This picture shows the Savior I called on when Satan tried to snatch my son into the darkness of addiction. Yes, Jesus is meek, but not when He's fighting for His own.
The Brave Shepherd
Saturday, September 14, 2024
The Poet's Promise
When my biggest fan, my mother-in-law Pat, shared that reading my Lament book was still helping a family member with his loss, I began to ponder--What is it about poetry that helps a hurting heart? Why do people who at no other time read poetry, so often seek it in sorrow, include it in memorial services? My conclusion is the following, unsurprisingly--a poem.
The Poet's Promise
Friday, September 6, 2024
It is a Gift to Hear His Name
My cousin in Missouri posted on Facebook about how much she missed her son, Sean, who died young of congenital heart disease. I have seen many versions of the sentiment in this poem, usually gender neutral to apply to as large a group as possible. I thought about doing that, but this is my version, and I lost a son. The Lord has recently given me the gift of hearing from people who remember Tracy, and their words are so soothing to my soul. A friend who is a widow told me that after her husband died, only one of her friends ever mentioned him again. All of us worry about saying the wrong thing to those in grief, but I believe one of the worst things we can say to the suffering--is nothing.
It is a Gift to Hear His Name