Category Archives: Caleb
Wet Roads, Speed, and a Curfew
“Caleb, wake up!” I’m not the guy who awakens gradually or peacefully. I was up and reaching for my pants before my mind was fully engaged. As I fumbled about in the dark looking for something for my feet, my mind began to sputter into life. “What’s wrong? What am I doing?” “Nick’s been in…
Smiles from the Third World
Ashley and Isabella But I don’t know, that’s just me talkin’.
Gender Convergence
I think sometimes I walk on the edge in the dark, metaphorically speaking that is. Has this ever happened to you? The other day I was about my normal routine of working, parenting, and housekeeping. Yes, I confess, housekeeping. I am a victim of the recently named phenomenon called “gender convergence.” Have you heard of…
Concerning Your Brother
Not too long ago your mom told me that your brother called and wanted to stay longer. No one had to tell me why he wanted that. I immediately thought that he must have met a girl. It was just intuitive. I had nothing to base my conclusion on. I know a little about young…
Concerning Your Sister
The thing I think I have the most difficulty communicating to my kids is that the stuff that truly satisfies is not within their reach. Sometimes I’m the source of the difficulty. I want to bring my kids to Jesus but I don’t think that is his way of accomplishing his agenda. The shepherd does…
Concerning Your Sister
The thing I think I have the most difficulty communicating to my kids is that the stuff that truly satisfies is not within their reach. Sometimes I’m the source of the difficulty. I want to bring my kids to Jesus but I don’t think that is his way of accomplishing his agenda. The shepherd does…
Father’s Day
I came home from work and got the call. I was standing in the kitchen using a phone that was actually wired to the wall. It was my mom, your grandmother. She called to tell me that my dad had died. That was ten years ago today. But I don’t know, that’s just me talkin’.
Not as Long as I Thought
It should be an international law that the adoption process should not take more than forty-two weeks. I mean it just makes sense. How does one explain to an eleven year old girl that the delay has nothing to do with her or our commitment to bring her home? I wish I could talk to…
Not as Long as I Thought
It should be an international law that the adoption process should not take more than forty-two weeks. I mean it just makes sense. How does one explain to an eleven year old girl that the delay has nothing to do with her or our commitment to bring her home? I wish I could talk to…
My Own Private Jerusalem
It’s been a week since I returned from Guatemala. I didn’t get sick this time. On all of my previous visits I did. It seems that I always found a way to ingest something that played havoc with my inward parts. I didn’t mention it before because whatever I experienced physically was insignificant when compared…