There was a post come from the Celestial City, with matter of great importance . . . . A one time copy center manager, he’d been asked by a neighbor to print invitations to a special, multi-decades-marking natal celebration. “Why not?” he thought. “Just 25 color prints. A small favor, really.” Plus, it would giveContinue reading “Beloved of God. Ruby Shod.”
Category Archives: Theolo-Gee (Theolo-gy)
Five Years On
A year ago, on my 4th “Accidentiversary,” and just three days after my daughter’s wedding, I wrote a quick ditty because ditty’s should be quickly written on significant annual occasions. On that day (the written-ditty day), I regretted not having done anything that involved precision event planning, caterered sterno-heated foods, lots of people, happy jocularContinue reading “Five Years On”
Passing This Along . . . Thank You, Mr. Spurgeon
“The mercy of God.” / Meditate a little on this mercy of the Lord . . . a cordial to your drooping spirits; a golden ointment to your bleeding wounds; a heavenly bandage to your broken bones; a royal chariot for your weary feet; a bosom of love for your trembling heart. It is manifoldContinue reading “Passing This Along . . . Thank You, Mr. Spurgeon”
God in the Checkbook, or Quicken’s Silver Lining
May 2010 — Since my accident, now nine months on, I’ve noticed quite a few times that I lose track of time. I’m not talking about clock time. I’m talking about calendar time. The month. The date. The year. The day. I suppose it could be because I spent quite a few weeks away fromContinue reading “God in the Checkbook, or Quicken’s Silver Lining”
Fearfully and Wonderfully Broken
On August 20, 2009, four years and five months ago, I enjoyed my last two-wheeled bike ride and experienced a real life-changer. Now a C7 tetraplegic, paralyzed from the mid-chest down, I have grown in my appreciation for God’s grace and mercy (after all, I could’ve been killed or much more profoundly injured). I haveContinue reading “Fearfully and Wonderfully Broken”
Map Maker, Compass, Walking Stick and Guide
Though our emotional journies may wind through rugged terrain and barren sadness, God formed that terrain, He is map maker, compass, walking stick and guide. He gives grace often and most generously as we look to, trust in, and lean heavily upon Him. Psalms 25:12,14 — Who is the man who fears the Lord? Him will he instruct inContinue reading “Map Maker, Compass, Walking Stick and Guide”
Dominoes, Pigs, Vacuums, and Providence Unfolded
An adaptation of some early December correspondences, and a follow up to our January 7th post of a similar name. In August 2013, I learned that a long-present (since the Spring of 2012) sacral-coccyx (think rear end) pressure sore, to which we wheelchair-rangers are especially susceptible, had deepened to a critical point. I had beenContinue reading “Dominoes, Pigs, Vacuums, and Providence Unfolded”
Dominoes, Pigs, Vacuums & Providence — Musings, Mutterings & Meditations on Wound Care
I recently watched the televised tipping of a single domino whose toppling triggered one of those mesmerizing extended clickity-clickity chain reactions. I thought to myself, “It took some extremely patient guy with extremely steady hands eighteen hours to set his dominoes in place, only to see them reduced to rubble in under three minutes.” ManyContinue reading “Dominoes, Pigs, Vacuums & Providence — Musings, Mutterings & Meditations on Wound Care”
Hepsibah, Burpton and Me — Reluctant Patriarchal Advice
My sister’s friend is anticipating the birth of his first child. She asked me to think of bits of advice for first time fathers — humorous or serious — which, along with others’ bits of advice, would be used in some suitably embarrassing way against this rookery rookie. I reluctantly contributed, because although I amContinue reading “Hepsibah, Burpton and Me — Reluctant Patriarchal Advice”
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