I have decided, as we near the 20th anniversary of the most deadly terrorist attack on American soil, to share excerpts of my journal . . . of the events leading to my husband and me being in NYC that fateful day . . . and of insights I have since gleaned. Monday, September 10, […]
Dust: A Few Questions (for book clubs and private readers)
I’ve been asked to a few book clubs lately. We didn’t add book club questions at the back of “Dust,” but with the booking of so many clubs, I decided that I would come up with a few of my own. “Dust” is a complicated story (of sorts), which meant a few more than the […]
Spontaneous Creativity
The day had finally come, the day of my reckoning. The day my father had planned and paid for, my mother had fussed and prayed over, lighting her candles and repeating her promises to God. The day everyone said was the best day of the rest of my life. Married to Martin, the oldest son […]
Words of Jesus III
“The Temptation of Christ” is how we often refer to the story told in Matthew 4: 1-11, but the word “temptation” doesn’t ring true. Not fully, anyway. The Greek word used—peirazo—means “tested” as one would test a thing to see if it is true to its nature. Precious metals are tested. Gemstones are tested. And, […]
The Words of Jesus II
As I continue to study the words of Jesus, I continue to grow in my faith. It is my prayer that, if you choose to walk with me on this journey, your faith, too, will increase. Matthew 3:15 “Let us do so now; it is proper for us to do this to fulfill all righteousness.” […]
The Words of Jesus, I
I often say—sometimes to myself, sometimes to friends, sometimes from the stage or from behind a lectern—that I do not want to reach heaven and have to ask, “Which one is Jesus?” I express my desire to know Him now. Here. So much so that I recognize Him immediately upon entering through the gates. This […]
Dust, Chapter One
Allison October 1977 When I think back on it, I realize I never received a formal proposal of marriage. Not really, anyway. He never got down on one knee, never presented me with a diamond ring sparkling above a blanket of black velvet, prisms shooting out in the moonlight. There was no sweet scent of […]