The Backpack-carrying God

On my morning walk, I noticed a mom holding the hands of her two early elementary age children, on the other side of the busy brick street. When traffic cleared, she let go and they ran across, jostling oversized backpacks. On their way to school, I assumed, the children trudged in front of me up …

The Canopy Awaits

As the funeral procession turned the corner, across the early spring field, I saw the blue canopy. Drawing nearer the little cemetery among the farms, I though about my own journey to that waiting canopy. When God calls me home, will I have done all his will? I particularly thought about how I’d feel if …