Category Family

Community of Healing

A Sermon Preached at Presbyterian Church of Western Springs, IL on June 9, 2013.  Soon afterward, Jesus went to a town called Nain, and his disciples and a large crowd went along with him. As he approached the town gate, a dead person was being carried out—the only son of his mother, and she was […]

Memorial Day

Memorial Day weekend began Friday afternoon in a hospital room overlooking Lake Michigan as a friend and his dad got discharge papers and headed home to begin hospice care. While my friend was confirming the many details, I knelt down by his dad’s hospital bed, held his hand, and told him that I’m so grateful […]

For the Love of Young People

Recently I’ve had conversations with multiple young people who are all in very different seasons and venues in life. After listening to their stories, there are a few common themes which continue to keep me up at night and remind me of the power we pastors, chaplains, and mentors have to keep on working to […]

Born on Inauguration Day

This article was published by Marketplace in January 2013 in celebration of January 20th Inauguration Day birthdays. As you’ll read in the article, my Mama died on January 13, ergo why I’m behind on my blog and life in general. She gave me life on January 20, 1981 and we have much work to continue […]

Father’s Day

I have shoeboxes full of handwritten (in fountain pen) letters, not notes, full-out letters, from my Dad dating back to before I could even read. I have yet to decipher exactly what portions of some of them say, more from the handwriting style than use of metaphors, but sometimes due to metaphors, too. I learned early […]

Dallas Remix

Mimi was my mom’s feisty, skinny, patriotic, and eccentric step-mother. As a child, I would often spend Friday nights with Mimi, and each time was exactly the same. The first time I had dinner at Mimi’s she opened the cabinets and told me to pick out 3 different colors. So, I picked green, white, and […]

Just Breathe

Today, like every day, I noticed a scar on my chest as I was getting out of the shower, and was grateful, as I am every day, that nobody can see the scar once I put on a shirt. I have had the scar for over twenty years because I had pectus repair surgery as […]