The Easter Prophets

The Easter Prophets

This year Easter comes to us with the full prophetic voice--the warnings and the promise.

The One Without the Palms

The One Without the Palms

We know what the people were doing, but what was Jesus doing as he rode into the city?

From Isolation to Solitude

From Isolation to Solitude

"Transform the pain of isolation into the spiritual discipline of solitude."

My Mother's World

My Mother's World

Lessons for Finding Church When the Building Is Empty

Zombie Fires and the Waters of Justice

Zombie Fires and the Waters of Justice

The fires burning now are not new fires. They are the combination of countless zombie fires that we have failed across centuries to properly extinguish with the tears of repentance, the bath of atonement, and an ever-flowing stream of justice.

A Very Present Help

A Very Present Help

We are told not to fear because God is in the midst of the city; because the Lord of hosts is with us as a very present help in trouble.

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I did go up to The Birches last Monday for a Labor Day celebration which doubled as a late birthday party for David. I called ahead and asked that they have Mother sign a card that she could give to him, which they gladly did. The family all gathered in the private dining room for lunch and we had a pleasant afternoon. But Mother wasn't all that engaged. She didn't eat much at all and wanted to lie down when we got back to her room.

Here's what The Birches looks like from the outside...very nice.

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Well, it's a Monday after all, but I didn't go for lunch. I've taken some time away at my cabin, which is only a half an hour from The Birches, making a Monday afternoon trip quite a bit easier. With rain threatening the rest of the week, I thought today would be the best hope of taking Mother out anywhere.

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There are about 18 who eat lunch in Mother's "neighborhood," all with some degree of memory impairment, and today when I went it was no different. Dot began demanding her dessert even before the salad was served. Eleanor talked loudly to no one in particular about subjects known only to her. Russell sat quietly, looking down at his plate, missing his wife, across from Frances, who missed her, too. Carl was with his wife at another table, and she was reminding him that he was a mess and couldn’t do anything right. "Pick up your fork, Carl. You eat with a fork!" His hearing aid was off.