One day while vsiting Mom, I got a rare glimpse into the mind of one with Alzheimer’s. “I feel like I am in a tunnel and can’t find my way back,” she said. “Are you afraid?” I asked. “No, just frustrated.” “Where do you go in the tunnel?” I prodded. “I’m with my mother.” “Why do you go to your mother’s?” “Because she knows how to fix things,” she said, tapping her forehead.
Category: faith
Deadly Infiltrators
Another deadly infiltrator is Creeping Charlie! What a scoundrel. He hides behind a facade of green and slithers through the grass unnoticed until it thinks it has earned
squatters rights for taking up residence far too long.
What If…?
What if I lived as though Jesus’ resurrection demonstrates power in a way that surpasses my wildest dreams?
What if I actually become a believer?
What if she’s just making this stuff up about Jesus and eternal life?
What if I had the chance to go into the past to meet my ancestors or go into the future to meet my great-great-grandchildren; how would I describe myself?