Well, Wayne and I are back in our own little lentil patch here in Texas, pulling the weeds, turning over the soil, planting, watering, and endeavoring to produce a harvest from that which the Lord has entrusted to us in our small corner of the world.
Category: Choice
This Part…
We are in the Lufthansa lounge in Frankfurt waiting to fly home in a few hours. I am recollecting the last two weeks while enjoying a latte…
Cyprus Pine
We spent the day teaching and interacting with the students of the Gateway Beyond discipleship school. What amazing young people, who are radical for God and serving Him in the nations. I always receive more than I give out when I come. These young people challenge me in profound ways to give all, to hold nothing back. To…
Ready, Set, Believe
I wrote this poem after we had spent half a day with Tamara, our Russian guide, in Moscow touring the Kremlin, Red Square, Lenin’s Tomb, and the Russian Crown Jewels.
The Smell of Sheep
My husband and I leave in a couple of days for Cyprus. I am feeling overwhelmed a bit by trying to prepare once again for another international trip. Don’t misunderstand. I love it once we get there, but getting there… the cleaning, washing, packing, setting things in order. so we can leave… The task seems daunting…
Decline of Heroes
The world is a buzz with the sudden and tragic death of Heath Ledger. I am sad at the untimely death of any human soul. Ledger’s passing made me ponder afresh the world’s clamor for a hero and ask the question why we chose people like him to worship. We are created to worship and the desire to…
Crisis?
“How sharper than a serpent’s tooth it is To have a thankless child!” –William Shakespeare
Something Irrevocable
Since my father-in-law passed away before Christmas, I have been on a journey of embracing the reality of his death, walking through the process of grief, and praying for acceptance and healing on the otherside. Here are a three thoughts on grief.
Mr. Sick
Before I lived abroad, before I had a daughter, before I was a pastor’s wife, before I was married, before I lived on a kibbutz in Israel, I worked as a nurse–for many years–in Colorado and then Texas. I graduated from Porter Memorial Hospital in Denver, so many years ago I don’t care to remember…
Fading Fingerprints
In my recent post, “The Last Gift,” I wrote about the last present that Dad gave me on Thanksgiving Day. It was practical, a plastic toothpick holder filled with toothpicks. This morning the thought occurred to me that Dad’s fingerprints, literally, are still on that gift. If I had the powder that the police use…
Bonnie Saul Wilks 