Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
(A version of this story ran on March 25 2016.) In my December 2015 blog, Taking a walk in Mary’s footsteps, I posted some thoughts on what Mary might have been thinking about as she gave birth to Jesus. I continue the story by offering a glimpse of how I imagine Mary suffered, seeing her now-grown son crucified on the cross,... Continue Reading →
(A version of this story ran on September 24, 2018. My faith has its ups and downs, its rough patches and moments of clarity, but through it all, I’m grateful to be loved.) I pushed the button rolling down my window and let the afternoon sun and wind whip through the car. My day had... Continue Reading →
In the 1987 movie Wall Street, Michael Douglas as Gordon Gekko stands up at a shareholder meeting for Teldar Paper and in his smooth, ruthless manner, gives the infamous line: “The point is, ladies and gentleman, that greed — for lack of a better word — is good.” His character goes onto make the point... Continue Reading →
It’s a cliché, but when they say it was a night not fit for cats or dogs, they were thinking about this night. The intermittent rain made it tough to see out the window. On top of that, my car lights did little to help light up the road, even though the lights coming in... Continue Reading →
When friends learn that my mom was raised Amish, deciding to leave the church and her family when she was 17, I usually get a few strange looks. People want to know more about the conservative Old Order Amish Mennonite Church and why they shun electricity and modern technology. They usually have questions too about... Continue Reading →
Where can I sign up for the study? I promise to be generous. Let me explain. Psychologists released a study last summer where they gave 200 people from around the globe $10,000 to use as they wish with no stipulations other than reporting how they spent the money. The participants were drawn from three low-income... Continue Reading →
I was so close to the door. I was just twelve feet away. A couple more steps and I would be free. I would be out the door with the prize in my pocket. I could taste the chocolate on my lips. When no one was looking, I had placed two Hershey's bars in my... Continue Reading →
I could barely hear my ten-year old niece's voice over the phone line. You could tell she was reading from a handout her teacher had sent home, but the question she posed was clear as day. My niece was learning about the sacrament of marriage for her religious education class. She needed to talk with... Continue Reading →
In the dark night, you could barely see more than twenty or thirty yards in front of you. Oh, it gets better. When a car or truck came along with their bright lights, it would light up the night, but would temporarily blind you, so you still couldn't see anything and had to be careful... Continue Reading →
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