Monthly Archives: September 2021

The story of the Prodigal Son has been on my mind this week, but it’s not prodigal himself or his brother, or even the father that’s captured by thoughts.  Nope, I’ve been thinking the bout the Prodigal’s mom.  Sure, I know she doesn’t actually come up in the story Jesus tells, but I’m guessing she’s … Continue reading »

There’s this one picture of my dad. He’s not a handsome man. His ears are too big, his nose is bulbous. He’s got age spots. But. The set of his mouth leaves no doubt he’s just made a ‘smart aleck’ remark, and I can hear echoes of the guffaw that no doubt ensued. (No one … Continue reading »