In a brave and steady voice, he recounted to me how he had watched his little girl suffer. How it had all begun five years ago — a rushed trip to the hospital in the snow, and how they had almost lost her then. How hope had soared as the cancer responded to treatment. How…
"…that God may open a door (Col. 4:3)"
Posts from January 2014
It was written all over the sides of the park’s tube slide in permanent black marker — the kind of vile commentary you might find on the walls of a truck-stop bathroom. At first sight of it, I felt a surge of anger. Just lovely, I thought. Truly, nothing is sacred. Not even our neighborhood…
Dan was telling us this past Sunday how he remembered learning to swim as a boy at the home of his neighbor, Jim O’Hare. Dan’s father, Bob, spent hours trying to get Dan to jump into his arms and trust him – which Dan could never do. Finally, Bob got him up on his shoulders…