THE WILDERNESS IS GOD'S GRACE

I'm writing this blog in the middle of traffic. It's tuesday morning. I'm heading into the office. The rain is bucketing down. I'm on the I-5 overpass, just as it crosses through SW downtown. I can see the condo buildings, the old Lucier on the waterfront. The rig in front of me is kicking up so much water my wipers are on full blast. I'm trapped in bumper to bumper traffic. NPR is playing the same news over again. I have no new CDs in my car (yes I'm old school). I'm stuck in the slavery of this car, of this commute.  ...(read more)

My son Ethan came to me this morning holding a pack of cards. He is a major game guy. He love's games. He loves video games, board games, uno, go fish, you-name-it. He loves all kinds of games. When it comes to downtime or family time he never wastes a minute on being able to play games. This week, we were preparing for breakfast, packing lunches, and getting ready for the school day. He came into the kitchen and said: "Dad, do you want to play a card game with me?"  ...(read more)

Our house is often a place of chaos mixed with the community of a knit together family. As I write this every single member of our family has congregated to our tiny office space located in our tiny basement office: Nancy is on the iMac on her desk, I am on the MacBook on my desk, Abbey is on the floor doing an art project, Ethan under my desk playing a card game, and Sophia is pulling the books off my bookshelf, not to read but to terrorize (there goes a commentary, now Calvin's Institutes. Oh, well.). There's about 60 square feet of space. It's home. It's tight. It's good.  ...(read more)