History, Real Life and Faith
I didn’t know any people whose ancestors owned slaves when I grew up. Growing up in Southern California, the only thing I knew about my “roots” was an alleged connection to Abraham Lincoln. In my teens, I had eyebrows like Abraham Lincoln, so it wasn’t much of a stretch to imagine myself distant kin of the Great Emancipator. In 1995,…
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Perhaps we did replay holy week when we entered the sanctuary at dusk on Good Friday for the Tenebrae service. . We waved to friends, found a pew and settled down for a moment of calm. It was surprisingly quiet. The picture of Jesus wearing a bloody crown of thorns on the bulletin cover suggested this was a solemn night,…
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I love the concept of God sculpting my soul. My soul is like a piece of marble, hewn from the quarry of life. I came to God as a chunk of rock–dirty, marred and rough. It took a sculptor’s eye–God’s–to see the perfect soul within. He just had a little work to do to make my soul as round and…
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I don’t know how long I’d been a parent until revelation struck as to the point of children in my personal life. As a mother, I’d seen my role as training up these children in the way they should go so that when they became adults, they would be perfect like me. I saw the relationship as pretty one-sided: I…
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Do I base my characters on real people? Sort of. This is Ben. He’s in the Navy and his encounter with SEALs prompted my story Bridging Two Hearts. He is NOT the hero, but the hero is like him in a few strategic ways: fun-loving, loyal, determined and brave. Ben’s adventures in Afghanistan also provided a kernel of an idea…
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Perhaps I read too much, but I tend to see my life as a book. You know: chapters, index, footnotes. We all can figure out the chapters in our life book: natural demarcations when our life changed in a significant way. I perhaps have more chapters than the average person because we moved 13 times during my husband’s Navy career. So…
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