Husband, Father, Writer, Beggar.
Husband, Father, Writer, Beggar.
By Nathan
When I went to the Encounter Conference over Christmas break, I heard a talk by Dr. Mary Healy about the Parable of the Prodigal Son. She covered some familiar territory about the wayward son but pointed out something about the…
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At around midnight, Mary gently woke me out of a sound sleep. “David Jude is still awake. His tooth is bothering him. He might come in.” David Jude’s adult teeth started replacing his baby teeth a number of years ago,…
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Late Friday night, I heard some footsteps next to the bathroom, followed by a plaintive, “Dad?” The sound of vomiting launched me out of bed faster than any clatter upon any lawn at any time in history. Flipping on the…
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Fingers can do many things. Industrious fingers make all kinds of things. Gentle fingers sooth and heal with a caress. Thieving fingers fill my van with all kinds of things that don’t belong to me. “What’s this?” I asked as…
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1:00 AM. A quiet whimper from the vicinity of the bathroom catches my attention. I groggily get up and stumble through my pitch black bedroom. I get to the bathroom and turn on the light. My little girl looks up…
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