Russellings of the Spirit

heartbreak

  • The God Who Gets It

    By now, my response cycle has become a well-practiced routine. I hear news reports of a mass shooting. I shake my head and sigh, “Not again.” I await the slow trickle of further details, incrementally ratcheting up my shock and outrage as… Continue reading

  • Being a parent…

    I’ve been an acrobat. But I have never done more juggling, flipping, and contorting than I have as a parent. I’ve been an artist. But I have never helped create anything more beautiful than my children. I’ve been heartbroken. But… Continue reading

  • Mr. Tidy Guy

    I hate messes. I confess freely and fully to you now that I am a compulsive tidier-upper. Some (such as my loving wife) might even say I verge on being obsessive-compulsive about my tidying. Things lying around on the kitchen… Continue reading

  • At moments like this…

      “Likewise the Spirit helps us in our weakness; for we do not know how to pray as we ought, but that very Spirit intercedes with sighs too deep for words.” Romans 8:26, NRSV Continue reading

  • I just can’t.

    Four. That is the number of times I have sat in front of my laptop today, fingers poised, intending to write. I had a few other ideas percolating for my next blog post. But in light of the horrible shootings… Continue reading