Trading Places

Her body is betraying her inch by inch, turning into a concrete prison while her brilliant mind screams from inside, fully aware, fully alive. I watch her cry every day over some fresh loss – a hand that won’t grip, a step she can’t take, a breath that comes harder than the last.

Enough is Enough!

We parked our van and boarded the ark walking up a long, gradual ramp much like the animals boarded two by two in Noah Ark. We were in the ark about ten minutes when we heard a loud, deep boom of a heavy door closing. I imagined it sounded like what Noah and his household must have heard when God Himself closed the door after all were boarded.

The Gate

The gatekeeper said, “You have come to my gate, but I do not have a key to open it.  Have you not heard that going to church, even if you attended regularly, is not enough?” 
And with those words ringing in his ears, the old man became sorrowful as he retreated from what he thought would be the right gate to heaven.