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September 11. Remembering lives lost. Those who left and never came home. Planes intersecting impossibly with buildings. Crumbling towers, thick black smoke. Across the screen again and again. Still we can’t believe. People jumping out of windows. This is not TV. Torn suits, blackened faces. Sky raining ashes, charred debris. Giant shards of steel rising […]
The kid in the first row, sitting up straight with hands folded, eyes on the teacher — that was me (long ago when students did such things). I know how to meet expectations. I can sense people’s expectations a mile away, and I have this morbid fear of disappointing anyone, of dropping the ball. This […]
It’s only a body. That’s what I said when we talked about death, mine in particular. I pictured my body in a bed (how often do people actually die in a bed?) and my spirit, the real me slipping away, suddenly untethered from its bodily constraints. Free at last. I won’t be there, I said. […]
I know temptation. We’re standing in the church lobby. His grin reminds me of a young Mel Gibson, and my heart stops. We have legitimate church business to discuss. The attraction is mutual. I can feel it, an electrifying pulse between us. I look away. Everyone else is a muffled blur. It’s only us, standing […]
Part 1 of my Valentine story. I met Pete at my sister’s wedding. I first spied him through the kitchen window setting up chairs in the yard. He was the cutest guy in the wedding party, I noted, even though I could tell he wasn’t really my type. At this point I was still the […]
Musing on Genesis 2 On Day 6, God gets his hands dirty. He forms a man out of the dust, gets his face in there and breathes his very own breath into the man’s nostrils. God and man face to face, up close and personal. The earth needs a man to cultivate it, and God […]
The woman had never paid much attention to the serpent, not that she could recall. He had stayed on the periphery, his voice interjecting occasionally, but always under the radar.
The woman he loved had her arm outstretched. She was offering him the fruit, the juice still dripping down her chin. The man watched himself take a bite.
Musing on Genesis 1 God could’ve obliterated the darkness, but instead he creates light and separates it from the darkness, allowing dark and light to exist side by side. The light helps us to comprehend the darkness. The light, he says, is “good.” (As opposed to “not good”? Is it possible to be “not good”– […]
Cain loved the smell of the earth. His father and mother said it was cursed. “Farming was a lot easier back in the day,” his father would say, with that faraway look in his eyes. He said God had given them the job of working the earth, and Cain enjoyed the challenge of coaxing life […]
I forget God. I forget who he is. Though I have only to look up at the infinite sky to recognize my insignificance compared to his immensity, I still lose sight of his majesty. I wander off into my own definition — the smallness of who I think he is, rather than the expansiveness of […]