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: #StillSmallVoice
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 […]