This post is an annual event (#14) that I usually post on Maundy Thursday to raise awareness of events 2,000-plus years ago that took place that night, and of the torture into early morning that became Good Friday. The original posting was also a Maundy Thursday fourteen years ago. I reflect on this version of […]
Category: Still Small Voice
Embrace the Silence Silence drowns out any other sounds that could soothe with ordinary, which is no longer, hurled out with familiar routines wrapped in the loss of a loved one. Thoughts are in disarray, stretched to breaking over the fresh impact of loss, familiar routines seem pointless, and a steady bombardment of memories that […]
As I packed away my laptop to head into the building at a job I had just started a week earlier with Roche Diagnostics in Indianapolis, I caught the tail end of a new broadcast that said a small private plane had crashed into the World Trade Center. I remember thinking, How can you be […]
Give Chase… What’s funny to me, and almost scary, is how God’s Spirit orchestrates circumstances driven by a plan I cannot see. He brought me here, to this place, this moment, to find a post buried in an archive rarely checked, to be a perfectly timed reminder. It’s not snowing yet, but it’s coming… * […]
A cup of coffee on the deck with two cats watching the sun hiding behind a foggy shroud was my silent time this morning. One of the benefits of being unsupervised is the freedom to enjoy the peace and solitude of a new day. I listened for the still, small voice of God but only […]