You may be aware of the factory building collapse in Bangladesh that occured a couple weeks ago. Initially, when I shared the article on Facebook, 300 people were said to have died. Since then, the death toll has escalated above 1,100 people. A terrible tragedy that few in the U.S. were aware of, particularly because… Continue reading Will we have to answer for 1,100 people?
Several years ago I was packing my bags for an international flight, a trip that would take me to Guatemala, and I felt I needed to write Cindy and the girls a letter. Three letters, one each to be read in case something fatal happened to me.
This weekend was a difficult one for our family. I won’t go into the details now or here. Suffice it to say that we have incurred a great loss. But it’s times like these that become opportunities for us to grow individually and together as a family.
Last summer I wrote about a computer game my dad and I used to play called Hero’s Quest. There was another game we used to play, simply called Pirates—ironic, considering my dad had pirated the game from a coworker. We wasted many hours playing that game, and I’m afraid I may just waste some more. I purchased the new app for five bucks and immediately I was twelve again.
I was at a mall recently. I don’t usually like going to malls, unless they have bookstores. Aside from books and cell phone kiosks, most malls merely comprise boutique after endless boutique of whatever kind of fig leaves you could possibly want. One store I noticed in particular was Forever 21. … Would I want to be 21 again? Is that when I’d like for time to have stopped?
After hiding her baby for three months, in direct opposition to Pharaoh’s edict to kill all newborn boys, she placed Moses in a waterproofed basket into the Nile. … Perhaps you picked up on the similarity between Jochebed’s basket and another homemade, waterproof vessel. The Hebrew word for the basket (tēb̠āh) is the same as the word for Noah’s ark. Where one was huge and housed not merely Noah and his family but a menagerie of coupled animals, the other was small and could contain only a baby.
A couple weeks ago, my brother asked if I’d write something for the memorial service for his daughter’s baby, who died in her mother’s womb a few days after her due date. He’d asked for a Scripture verse or something for the service program. I didn’t know where to begin, and I knew it would be terribly difficult to write. … Here is what I wrote.