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.
I am a writer — a year and a half later
I’ve been writing this blog since summer a year ago. That’s almost a year and a half now. So I thought I’d take a quick look back.
Long timeline story
What kind of story do you like? One that plays out in a short amount of time or one that takes place over a long period of time, maybe decades?
3 salesmen, a hotel room and the missing dollar
This is the story of 3 traveling salesmen who ended up at the same hotel in a small town one evening. Only to find out that there was precisely one room left…
The one with giving thanks
I bet most of us have sat at a table at Thanksgiving, faced with the question, asked of each person in turn: “What are you thankful for?”
The guns fell silent
11am, 11/11/1918. The day the guns fell silent in Europe, after over 4 years of the bloodiest war ever. The war that became known as the Great War. Or the War to End All Wars.
Why we need to talk more about politics and religion — not less
A friend commented: “When I go visit relatives, we don’t talk politics. That way we can all still stay friends.” Another friend declared: “Oh, I don’t discuss my faith. That’s personal.” Silence falls.
I moved to a new country
The first time I arrived in Iowa City, Iowa, where I was moving from Sweden, I almost turned and ran. It was 2 am. I was fresh off a Greyhound bus. Right in front of me was a huge sign “Road Closed” and torn down buildings…