The Promise of Life

The sun is just starting to push its way above the horizon, and last year’s fallen leaves are etched in frost. The woods quiver with birdsong, a crescendo that rises as the light becomes more brilliant. We wander slowly down the dirt trail, my friend, my daughter and I. Listening. Absorbing. We met at a … Continue reading The Promise of Life

The Cross

I think of You, hanging on that Cross, Your life soaking into the rough-hewn wood. The crowd presses in close, cheering as blood drips red. The blood that bought freedom for all of mankind is absorbed into the dust like it’s nothing. I always used to think that they were such horrible people—the soldiers and … Continue reading The Cross