It was a simple weekend meal of cheese pizza and Thai food; but the guests were the ones God most wanted there. On World Down Syndrome Day, I hope that we all get a chance to experience a banquet like this…
Provocative question, I know. But could someone explain to Julia why diversity, equity and inclusion are such bad ideas?
This is a strange, perplexing day. The contrast between King and Trump and the words they use is pretty irrefutable.
The messy American experiment lurches on; and I need a grid to evaluate its outcomes. Fortunately, my daughter gave me somewhere to start.
George Orwell once observed, “Restatement of the obvious is the first duty of intelligent men.“ I couldn’t let the day go by without saying it…
A hard reality came into focus for me this year that will be difficult to live out without a lot of help from above. The Christmas season reminds us that, despite evidence to the contrary, we are not alone in making the world more beautiful. But first, we need to be thrilled by Hope.
I normally go “off the grid“ during my much anticipated retreats to the Abbey of Gethsemani. So why am I writing to you now?
I would normally look at a fender bender as a a frustrating inconvenience. But when it happened to me this summer, I got a glimpse of how God can use – even orchestrate – an inconvenience to change lives for the better.
I was re-acquainted with an amazing artist and cultural treasure of Detroit. After eight years, we’re both grayer and our joints hurt, but my respect for him has only grown.
Julia has never really had a “summer off“. We are always working on something; and this summer it’s occupational therapy to help her do things that typical kids take for granted.
What follows is a small vignette of what she’s been working on with her OT, Miss Courtney…
As a dad, I have spent the last 13+ years teaching my kid as best I can. But what I found is that she has a heck of a lot more to teach me. Here are the latest ways she’s been taking me to school…
Despite the ugliness that happened on the east end of the National Mall three years ago, an opportunity for healing is still at work on the west end…
In a hard emotional season, I was reminded of a heavenly paradox: the journey from “fitting in” to experiencing real belonging in my life is in the direction of my teenage daughter with a condition that unenlightened society relegates to irrelevance.