When Suffering Visits

Diggity barks behind our front windows like a rescue dog defending his forever home. A man wearing brown shorts flashes past to the porch, then back from where he came. A package! I scrabble to unlock the door, retrieve the package and holler, “Thank you,” before rushing back in the house with a taped box …

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Holding Hands

Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about what it would feel like to hold hands with God, not metaphorically, but literally. Jesus grabbed Peter’s hand when he was sinking under water. Can’t you see Jesus’ grip with angled bones, muscles and tendons straining to pull his friend out of the dark deep into the boat? …

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