My father’s life was literally in his hands. My beloved dad’s heart was exposed, vulnerable, his life’s blood pulsing between the fingers of Dr. Westbrook. And with his education, his … Continue Reading Hearts in Their Hands
My father had open heart surgery this past Monday because of blocked coronary arteries. He had a septuple bypass – I didn’t even know one could have that many! We … Continue Reading God Is Good
Tomorrow, my father is undergoing cardiac catheterization. He’s almost 69 and this procedure is fairly routine, but… This is one of those moments that gives us pause as human beings. … Continue Reading Pauses
Continued from Hope, Part 1: The Four-Letter Word… I have never wanted to fall for wishful thinking – I have only ever wanted the truth. Before I became a true-believing Christian, … Continue Reading Hope, Part 2: Eternal Perspective
Hope for a Cure Another Labor Day has come and gone and with it, for me, vague feelings of nostalgia, anxious excitement, dread, and a kind of contempt for hopeful … Continue Reading Hope, Part 1: The Four-Letter Word
With Mother’s Day coming, I decided to share this letter that I wrote to my mother nine years ago. For those of you who don’t know me, it’s good to remember, … Continue Reading For My Mother
There are times when I suffer real physical pain. Given the already extremely weak and crumpled state of my body every day and, then, adding another physical ailment (which I … Continue Reading Where Is God in the Midst of My Misery?
People often tell me that I am a happy person, saying it with surprise and wonder as they look at my crumpled up body in a wheelchair. I’m no longer … Continue Reading Joy: Why Are You so Happy?
Why can’t I say “Praise God” when someone is telling me good news? Why don’t I say “God has blessed me with…” in conversation, when I am sharing something for … Continue Reading “Can I Get an Amen?” Probably Not from Me.
I’m a hunchback. Really. As a two-year-old, I was already showing a hint of the deformity, which has gotten much worse over the years. But, I didn’t always think of … Continue Reading Deformity and Disfigurement
My aunt is an artist and she has cancer. It’s a rare and aggressive kind. I know neither the specific details of her treatment nor what will happen. But it’s … Continue Reading Perspective
We pass many life milestones through the years and, at each one, we tend to not only measure our progress, but also measure ourselves against them. Like me, now, with … Continue Reading One Year of Blogging – and Still Thankful
Reality Check – In my last Divine Incarnate post, I wrote this: “I wasn’t there when they crucified my Lord, but I am here, now, when the dying are crying … Continue Reading Limited but Able
After I had chosen, intellectually, to become a Christian, but way before I had embraced Christ in my heart, a priest told me that I was a saint maker. And … Continue Reading For the Feast of All Hallows: The Saint Maker
I’m a mess. Physically speaking, I’m a twisted, deformed, atrophied mess. Looking at the severe scoliosis in my own x-ray – the Z shaped spine, near horizontal in the thorax … Continue Reading Fearfully and Wonderfully
Over the last week, I have been in Canada with my parents on a journey with two main goals: to shut one door and to walk through a newly opened … Continue Reading The Holy Door: A Personal Pilgrimage