When death comes at Christmas

I have a friend who is dying.  It always seems to be at the holidays when life — both the birth and the dying — hangs in the balance.  It might be also in those precious, slow-motion moments, when time almost stands still, that we feel a little closer to God. Maybe it’s just at…

The Changing Season

My youngest graduated from high school last week. She spent the whole weekend at grad parties.  Hers isn’t until July; we like to drag out our celebrations.  The celebrating helps temper the feelings of apprehension, the fear of the unknown as she gets ready for college.  Yes, she’s excited about her next steps, but she…