faith

Months after my husband, Todd, was diagnosed with ALS, our church’s worship leader asked us to participate in a Sunday morning service with “Cardboard Testimonies.” We watched an example on YouTube in which music played while people stood in front of the congregation and shared their stories. Presenters didn’t…

“By the rivers of Babylon Where we sat down And there we wept When we remembered Zion But the wicked carried us away in captivity Required from us a song How can we sing King Alpha song In…

Last Sunday, the temperature was in the high 40s, making the tracks in the cross-country ski trail smooth and fast. A gurgling brook carried away snowmelt from a long winter. Birds sang. Two chipmunks scampered up a tree, one chasing the other. Spring skiing is one of my favorite…

“To dream the impossible dream, To fight the unbeatable foe, … To reach the unreachable star, … This is my quest.” Vanquish ALS! Last week, my wife and I enjoyed a visit from a dear friend of ours. Interactions with him always have a quixotic effect on my psyche. Just…

“And you may find yourself living in a shotgun shack … And you may ask yourself, ‘Well, how did I get here?’ … Letting the days go by, same as it ever was.” Although I’m not proud of it, my life, pre-ALS, was largely a fortunate stream of autopilot idleness.

“Will you still need me, will you still feed me, When I’m sixty-four” Paul McCartney wrote the song “When I’m Sixty-Four” four decades before reaching that age himself. McCartney admitted that the number was chosen arbitrarily. He later quipped during an interview that 65 would have been a…

“‘There must be some way out of here,’ said the joker to the thief, ‘There’s too much confusion, I can’t get no relief.'” When I first heard “All Along the Watchtower” by Bob Dylan, I thought, with my 9-year-old sensibility, that the song referred to a monolith of timepieces.

“You hold the key to love and fear All in your trembling hand Just one key unlocks them both It’s there at your command Come on people now Smile on your brother Everybody get together…

“All our times have come Here but now they’re gone Seasons don’t fear the reaper Nor do the wind, the sun, or the rain We can be like they are.” I was 18 years old when the band Blue Oyster Cult released the song “(Don’t Fear) The Reaper.” Coinciding…

“Well I don’t know why I came here tonight, I’ve got the feeling that something ain’t right. I’m so scared in case I fall off my chair, And I’m wondering how I’ll get down the stairs. Clowns to the left of me! Jokers to the right! Here I am stuck…