Category: Father

Mending Batman’s Broken Wing

A couple years ago, I realized that I am disturbed by broken things. The revelation came as I recounted the tale of some broken Christmas ornaments to a professional set of ears I’d been paying to listen to me. The tale started with some poorly chosen screws, some […]

The Creaks and Groans

I’m afflicted this morning with a nervous stomach. I’ll expound in more detail at a later time, but I’ve been reading this book – The Wisdom of the Enneagram. It talks a lot about remaining present, living in the moment and feeling the sensations of the heart and […]

Stay Present

This won’t be an easy one for me. I will be touching on things that make me uncomfortable, but I think I ought to say what I am compelled to say, and I believe I need to read these words, once they’ve tethered to one another and been […]

Surprising God?

Do you suppose it’s possible to surprise God? I don’t mean in the way of sneaking up on him unexpectedly, or like everybody in the world might pile into a banquet room at the Outback Steakhouse and shout “Merry Christmas” as an unsuspecting God walks in – “Gee, […]