On December 15th, we had an accident. My husband tripped over the gate we use to keep our dogs from coming up the stairs. He was holding our nearly three-month-old daughter. She fell, swaddled, from his height--he’s not a short man--and landed on the side of her head/face at the top of the stairs. I…
I was living in New York during the “Hamilton” craze of 2015. At that time, it seemed you couldn’t go a full day without some mention of the musical or a sleeve-tugged urging that you just had to fork over the $400+ to see the show or else perish an unfulfilled life. You might think…
‘Twas the night before Christmas when came over knoll Seven men hauling haversacks weighted with coal. Their journey was labored, the start came by scythe- A car crash, an illness, a fall from great height.
Throughout the course of history, the question of suffering has been at the forefront of philosophy. Why do we suffer? Why disease, famine, and death? Why rape and murder? Why me? I don’t think I go too far in saying that our perspective on suffering is intimately tied to our understanding of God.
Bone of Bones 