Through my recent posts on this blog, others who are suffering, some more deeply than I, have connected and sent me questions, looking for encouragement in their own struggles. The post below is a response I gave today to a woman with stage four cancer who wrote to ask, “how do you NOT give up?” I hope you, like her, can find something here to encourage you on your unique journey through suffering.
I am humbled that you would ask me your questions. I’ll take a crack at a
Image courtesy of Chris Luckhardt, licensed under Creative Commons Have you ever been in that place where you seem to be surrounded with horrific things? As I write, two of my closest friends on the planet are fighting cancer. This morning I got word that an amazing young man with cancer, for whom I had done premarital counseling and then his wedding in 2010, succumbed to his disease this morning. I gotta be honest, it’s starting to get to me. I’m sick of cancer. Jessica and
I cannot talk meaningfully about the death of Whitney Houston. I don’t have anything productive to add to the dialogue. But I can respond to some of the other responses to Whitney’s death. When Whitney Houston ruled the world I was in high school and her music was not my style. But there was never a time when I did not have the highest and deepest respect for her craft. She was, and is, the greatest vocal talent in the history of recorded music. It will be a very, very long t
Image courtesy of Evers Project 365 blog, under Creative Commons License Today I was thinking about all the different perspectives people bring to the world. Some people are happy and optimistic. Some are always negative. Some believe if they work hard they will eventually succeed. Others believe in fate — that life is already laid out for them and there’s nothing they can do to change it. I could go on and on, but I realized that ultimately there are really only two ways of
[featured-image link=”null” link_single=”inherit” single_newwindow=”false” alt=”prayer of tecumseh”] This prayer published below is one of the most strikingly beautiful, and true, things I have ever read. It completely sums up the goal of my life. I do not claim to have arrived, but from what I’ve heard, Tecumseh arrived, and we know that others have arrived. Can a single one of us, of any religion — or no religion at all — deny that this piece contains all that is highest an
[featured-image link=”null” link_single=”inherit” single_newwindow=”false”]Sandi — far right, with Beth, Tammy, and Kay[/featured-image] I moved to Davison from Lapeer in the summer, just before starting 5th grade. The transition was rough. I was in an awkward stage, to say the least. I had bucked teeth and giant freckles on my cheeks. My dad taught at Gates — the same school where I was enrolled, just across the hall, and was kind of the discipline guy for the school. And