A simple request from my wife to borrow a flannel shirt sent me down a hallway of memory. Flannel was my father's uniform through every high and low of his life. Looking at his old shirt hanging in my closet reminds me that people are complicated, messy, and full of grace if we choose to see it.
Learning to forgive
My mother was doing some last minute errands. I’m sure that towing me along for the ride two days before Christmas was the last thing on her mind. We walked into the store and I was somehow able to convince my mom to make a "quick stop" at the toy section and, then when then it... Continue Reading →
Forgiveness is divine
I hear my wife on her Google Classroom call and she’s bursting with excitement. She’s giddy over one of her kids completing a simple math question. She raises her voice and yells out so everyone can hear, “You did it.” And then there’s me. I’m on a Microsoft Teams call and someone accidentally mutes their... Continue Reading →

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