Close friends know about my collection of hands…ceramic, glass, porcelain, wood, etc. It began with a Babbie Mason song from the early ‘90’s, “Trust His Heart” that has this line: “When you can’t trace His hand, trust His heart.”...
“Jesus didn’t wait for a crowd of perfectly well adjusted disciples to turn up; he appointed a real mixed bag of personalities, in spite of their weaknesses and struggles. There’s a place for everyone in the Church and it breaks my heart when I hear...
When my Father had a critical brain bleed in his early 70’s requiring surgery, as he was recuperating one of the things my sister, Carol, and I did was sing to him. He told me his favorite song was “Precious Memories.” I contacted my choir director...
There is a lot of conversation around the issue of trauma-informed care these days for counselors, pastors, and others. My own experience of a traumatic event led me to discover some key principles in dealing with trauma in those I counsel. It is always the case that...
There are times when something can really bring life into focus, like awaking from a vivid dream about one’s impending death. I went to sleep about 8pm and about three hours later I awoke, having dreamed that I had terminal cancer and was facing an unspecified time...
This article on loneliness brings two things to mind for me. One, loneliness as a function of negative perception of social interactions suggests that there is a lack of ability or comfort in trusting others, including God. This is, at heart, an attachment issue. ...
