• When Will it All Be Over?

    The images of the Syrian refugees overwhelm my sense of compassion—I’m overloaded because I see so much pain, so much need, and I know there is so little that I can do. The report of another suicide bombing, body wreckage strewn everywhere, and the insanity of it all fills the computer screen—and I’m at a loss. What can be done? Tears are streaming down my face and I’m struggling to see the screen clearly as I type. Tears of longing. I’m longing to be in the presence of my Savior. I’m longing for His return. I long for a place where there is no violence, where every action is motivated by love,…

  • The Watchers in the Room

    I watch him as he slowly guides the walker, feet shuffling behind–or is the walker guiding him? He moves so slowly it is hard to tell, they seem joined as one. His head is bowed without a trace of smile or joy. A face that once held youth, but now bears only wrinkles and pain. What occupies his thoughts, his heart? His carriage bears defeat, as he makes his way toward the glass-encased receptionist. The waiting room speaks more of death than life. Cancer patients in long rows of chairs, all anxiously waiting to hear their name called from an opened door. Lifting a weary gaze toward this newest comer shuffling on…

  • If I Should Die Before I Wake . . .

    I pray the Lord my soul to take . . . Isn’t that how the little child’s prayer goes? As death has once again brushed close and I pray for my friend in the loss of her mother, I’ve been thinking about what I want you to know . . . if I should die before I wake. If I should die before I wake . . . Know that my disposition is one of eternal gratitude. There is no place I’d rather be than in the actual living presence of my Savior. My heart belongs here and I’ve longed to breathe this air. Remember that I often shared with you that…