Writing

Beech Grove

In the fields of central Indiana, at the intersection of an old gravel road and the highway that divides the...

Why I Wrote Behold the Lamb of God: An Advent Narrative

I wrote Behold the Lamb of God: An Advent Narrative to hide Scripture in the heart by way of the...

Rembrandt is in the Wind

Think of how bored they get, stacked in the warehouse somewhere, say in Mattapan, gazing at the back of the...

That Laughter Might Live

Through the flap of her tent, she looked up at the stars lighting the brilliant desert sky, and she began...

No Father should have to Watch his own Son Die

No Father should have to Watch his own Son Die

No father should have to watch his own son die. The road from Capernaum to Cana ran uphill the entire...

Twenty Years

“When an old man dies, a library burns to the ground.” – African Proverb   Twenty years ago when I...

To the Heart through a Wound

To the Heart through a Wound

The Samaritans were the descendants of Israel’s northern kingdom who had intermarried with their Assyrian captors after they were carried...

The Storm Treader

The Storm Treader

Jesus walked to the water’s edge and began to walk out into the water. Though the sea churned and the...

Ellis Island

Ellis Island

One day I will take the boat to Ellis Island. I will walk the pier and enter the station. I...