If Natalee Holloway Was Black
A few years ago, my wife and I became addicted to the Laci Peterson Murder Trial. Thanks to Nancy Grace, our lives at 7:00 each night revolved around watching her show, to see what the latest updates were in that case. Now fast forward another year or so. The same patterns of behavior came swooping back when Natalee Holloway went missing in Aruba. Another few months of our infatuation with her story. As the anniversary of Natalee’s disappearance draws near, I’m reminded of something hauntingly true about our society – which begs this question. What if Natalee Holloway was black? …
Like a Waterfall
A while back on a spiritual journey blog of mine, I made a post using this same title. There’s a reason I’ve done this. I believe that all of have us certain lifesongs – ones which mark spiritual highs, or ones that simply define who we are. One of my lifesongs is called Overflow, written by one of my favorite singers Chris Tomlin. This song has impacted me in ways I cannot explain, and it is a reminder for me of just how wonderful and generous God is. For me, music is my bridge to meeting with God. I don’t …
Slobbery Kisses
Well, aside from being a father to the world’s sickest toddler, I also happen to be a father to the world’s most affectionate one. There is nothing more in the world that makes me happier than to have my eighteen month old son run rampidly across the room, and planting the wettest, most sloberry kiss on my lips!
