This journey we’re on
Looking at the many intersections in life and questions we face along the way.
Life, faith, stuff
LIFE. Each of our lives is a hero’s journey. We may not feel like it a lot of the time. Sometimes we forget what the quest is about. But we’re here, on Earth, on this journey.
FAITH. We are born with a hole — something missing. Then we spend much of our lives trying to fill that hole. Faith is essential in that process. Faith is the stepping out of where I know I am to place confidence in something I haven’t seen or tested yet. If we didn’t have faith, we’d never take risks.
STUFF. On life’s journey, we carry around stuff. Some of it is helpful, some of it holds us back. Some of it we hang on to because we don’t know how to put it aside.
THE INTERSECTIONS OF LIFE. The forks in the road where things get interesting and choices are made. Mostly small choices. Seemingly inconsequential. Until we one day realize that together all those little choices formed the fabric and pattern of our lives. Then we see that they made all the difference. It is here we see what we are made of or yet capable of becoming.
2 must-see classic French films
A story about first love, so sweet and tender — and so fragile. And a story about transporting a very special car from Paris to Amsterdam.
What could go wrong?
The tale of the green apple
Once upon a time there was a garden in which stood an apple tree of the most imposing kind. Full of green, but still tiny fruits destined to become big, red, juicy apples in a few months.
Of daffodils and tanks
Daffodils in the depth of winter: Will they stand against ice, wind and rain? A country overtaken by an invasion: Can it endure? Lessons amidst frailty.
Your new trip around the sun
A few days into the new year, a friend greeted me this way: “I hope you enjoyed these first days of your new trip around the sun.” — Say what?
Mark was on a train heading home after seeing his friend Sabrina over a weekend. A pleasant visit.
The last moments at the train station kept lingering in his mind.
Taxi ride in New York City in 1978
“What’s his medallion number?” Debbie quietly asked me. I was in the in the front seat of a taxi in New York City. Debbie was wedged in between me and the door. This was not going to end well.
Potter is not selling — he’s buying
The Bailey Building & Loan. Crammed with investors who want their money. Now. Because it’s a run on the bank. George Bailey trying to calm them down.
What does that have to do with the Coronavirus?