This excerpt of "Quattro Marias" a poem by my sister-in-law, Karen Dubert describes Mary of Nazareth at Jesus's death and birth.
It was our first big conference at Christar. Mark was standing at the back of the room talking to some guy — a rather shaggy looking guy named Brian. Turns out that guy had lived in the place of my birth and governed my high school alma mater. He spoke Pidgin English and knew people … Continue reading A Tribute to Another Friend
Twelve weeks ago, my father—the last of my direct ancestors—died. As I adjust to a world without dad, unfamiliar feelings are rising in me and I have been struggling to put words to them. Is this simply grief? Or is it symbolic of more? I feel like I am sitting motionless in water. Adrift, unmoored, … Continue reading Adrift
As the future of her precious son grew more bleak, Mary waited nearby for news, speculating, praying, crying.
I don't actually remember when I first met Lori. One day, she and Ben just showed up at our church. And they wanted to be our friends, so Mark and I started hanging out with them, sharing our stories and doing life together. Little did I know what a blessing I would receive in Lori. … Continue reading A Tribute to My Friend
I was standing on the banks of Lake James in Angola, IN while my friend lay dying many miles away. As the water rippled up to the shore, the waves of grief washed over me. The November wind blew strongly in my face and through my pants, harsh and cold like the disease that ripped … Continue reading Grief and Love
Not often does one find a couple friendship where all four enjoy and challenge each other. Mark and I were knee deep in reentry after twelve years of ministry overseas. We were settled in Mark's home town and didn't have many friends. On top of that, we were on church staff which unfortunately put a … Continue reading The Perfect Foursome