The windows are open, filling the room with sweet spring green beauty and the symphony of birds. There is a hush to this day. And then sirens in the...
Rooster crows. Doves cry. Hammers ring. People jeer. Voice cries out. Thunder echoes. Stone scrapes. {deafening silence} Stone scrapes. Doves cry. One weeps. One speaks. People cheer. It’s Saturday....
There is not one who slips by unnoticed. There is not one who is anonymous to Him. Every name, every face, every small detail. He knows. All divinely hand-made,...
Yes, most of the posts on this blog – in the section marked “life” – are about this ChristStumbler. The stories are about things I’m being taught as I...
There are moments when life seems to flow from the pen in beautiful poetry and prose, and there are times when it feels more like an unfinished sentence –...
The fields are on fire. In places like Guatemala and Uganda, the white plumes rise like tufts of air-spun cotton across the countryside as the farmers burn to prepare...
Have you ever heard the wonderful silence just before the dawn? Or the quiet and calm just as a storm ends? Or perhaps you know the silence when you...