This Is My Son (a poem from Greg Lucas)

This Is My Son (a poem from Greg Lucas)

Beside his crib I watched him breathe, as each breath seemed his last; And in the darkness time stood still, yet moved so very fast. “Where is my faith, my trust, my hope? Where is this God of love?” “This is my son!” I quietly cried into the brass above. Strong yet...
Run Your Own Race

Run Your Own Race

It all started with his friend, Jon. Sam started 6th grade this year, and the opportunity came up for him to join cross-country (also referenced as XC). Sam and Jon are good friends; they go to church together, and they go to the same school too (though not in the...
When You Know Too Much

When You Know Too Much

This summer our family embarked upon the grand adventure of multi-generational living. It began in May when our daughter, her husband, and their then 13-month-old son moved into our upstairs as they transition from starving graduate student status to starving artists...