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When You Lose Hope to Depression
The high-pitched whirring of the car matched the acceleration of my heart as I compressed the pedal to the floor. Desperate thoughts ricocheted in my mind--rapid-fire like a motorized, baseball-pitching machine. Hope had disintegrated in the wake of depression....
I Am the Way, the Truth, and the Life: A Lenten Reflection on Jesus’ I Am Statements
More than 300,000 pilgrims traverse the ancient paths each year. Some seek spiritual renewal and a deeper relationship with God like those who preceded them in the Middle Ages. Others pursue the meaning in life or walk to find answers to deep questions. Although the...
The Resurrection and the Life: A Lenten Reflection on Jesus’ I Am Statements
Its leaves hung limp and forlorn, and an unhealthy brown tipped the edges of several small fronds. “Come on, Lazarus”, I said. Gripping the near-dead plant, I scuttled from my windowless office to the cubicles outside the entryway. Without hesitation, I dropped my...
The Great Shepherd-A Lenten Reflection on Jesus’ I Am Statements
A childhood memory stirs up thoughts of the great Shepherd. Visiting a friend whose family raised sheep, my companion and I toured the barn. We noticed a lamb’s small, woolen frame tucked in a nest of golden straw. Alone and isolated from the other sheep, a...
Gate to the Sheep–A Lenten Reflection on Jesus’ I Am Statements
Images of crumbled buildings resembling toppled sandcastles at the beach flash across the screen. Then, rescue workers pull a small boy from the rubble--his wide brown eyes unfocused, the child clutches the arm of his rescuer. Overwhelmed by the child's circumstances,...
Light of the World–A Lenten Reflection on Jesus I Am Statements
Trees bowed in the wind as purple clouds rumbled in the sky. Within hours, Hurricane Floyd surrounded Hampton Roads. Trapped in our home by torrential rain and a raging storm just shy of a Category 5 with winds up to 155 miles per hour, my two littles and I cowered...
The Bread of Life–A Lenten Reflection on Jesus I Am Statements
The late afternoon dims—subdued by opaque particles of white drifting through the air. Like the snow, my mind wanders. Winter’s austere beauty leaves its impression, yet I long for spring. For awakening. For the appearance of buds peeking shyly from the ground;...
