Let us run with patience the race that is set before us, looking unto Jesus…
(Hebrews 12:1-2)
Honoring a story with your time shines a light into the darkness. It helps prevent the psychological vandalism that happens when we withhold dignity from other human beings, created in the image of God just like us.
It’s odd, but after I started looking for beauty, I found it all around. Our Brady Street beauty is a brand all its own, but I love it!
“Okay, a couple of things,” the commissioner says. “First of all, you came in here and you caused a disruption by moving those chairs. Also, you seem to be all over the place and it’s hard for me to follow you, so I’m going to have you do a drug test.”
“I’m depressed,” he said. “Because I don’t get to see my son.” Well, I would be depressed too in his situation, I suppose. Both Marnell and I felt confident, though, that his problems would not go away until he gets clean from the drugs. We were willing to put a great deal of energy into helping him get into the rehab.
“Can I take some applesauce to school?” Dracko asked as he shoveled warm fresh applesauce into his mouth. He had complained about our not-so-sweet applesauce,
8:50 am. This morning. Me, standing at bottom of stairs: “Nick! Are you awake?” Nothing. “Nick!” Nothing. Dracko, from the chair across the room: “NICKLIE!”
