On days like today, I feel like standing at the edge of a cliff, placing every scrap of paper associated with me into a 50-gallon drum, dousing it with kerosene and flicking a match in the center, then watching it all burn down, the ash flittering up, up and away to an unclouded sky replete with possibilities.
Monthly Archives: February 2008
I struggle figuring out how and when God intervenes (or interferes) in humankind’s affairs. Anyone who doesn’t struggle with this is a big fat faker and is doing it wrong.
My weekend illustrates my point perfectly. We were headed to San Bernardino to celebrate my in-law’s 60th wedding anniversary. Somewhere along Highway 99 late Friday night, I lost my cell phone near Turlock. A man in Fresno calls my mother, who calls me Saturday afternoon to say that he found my phone and would like to return it to me. Continue reading