Criss Cross, Christ’s Cross

I wept as I listened to James Blunt’s song, Monsters, about his ailing father. He sings about the universal exchange of place that occurs as a parent’s health fails. Criss crossed. Brushing bangs gently away from eyes with a caress as tender as the one once used on newborn infant. Applying Chapstick to parched lipsContinue reading “Criss Cross, Christ’s Cross”

Crater Lake Reflections on Burial Day

The wind sounded like waves rustling through the pines, not a gentle whisper, but a mighty push. Down below on the surface of Crater Lake, Wyoming I could see the wind in a way I never had before as it moved the surface of the water. The Holy Spirit of scripture is often referred toContinue reading “Crater Lake Reflections on Burial Day”