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The Giant Doesn’t Win
[Despair] beat them once more, and they laid all day in their dark prison, crying together and wondering whether their troubles would ever come to an end… [Christian had been given] the little key, which was called the Key of Promise, but in his trouble he had forgotten all about it. Neither [Christian] or Hopeful…
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This Field, This Game
“…And they’ll watch the game and it’ll be as if they dipped themselves in magic waters. The memories will be so thick they’ll have to brush them away from their faces. People will come Ray. The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers.…
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Let Us Trust in Him and Wait a Little Longer
Despair was a terrible looking man, with shaggy hair and beard and clothes made of the rough skin of wild beasts…He drove [the pilgrims] before him across the fields to his house, which was called Doubting Castle and put them in a dark dungeon, locking the door behind him. All day and all night they…
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The Ache of Acceptance
“Mom,” Bear cocked his head to the side, “I think you have one eyebrow on higher than the other.” That’s when I knew it was going to be a bad day. Y’all have been so gracious to ask how I’m doing, to see how my new chemo is going, to ask for updates, to pray…
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Summer Beckons
The fragrance of honeysuckle hangs in the air, an intoxicating fog filling our backyard. The crickets are starting to chirp as evenings wane. We’ve seen our first few lightning bugs, drunk our first Slurpees, and run around barefoot in the backyard. Summer’s warm days are here as we make our way to baseball games and…
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A Spring of Joy 