Byron & Eden - January

The Cancer Journal

I don’t know exactly when the itching began.  I do know, however, that it started inconspicuously as some mild irritation on my calves.  My wife, Sarah, thought it was an allergic reaction to body wash, so we started cycling through all sorts of different soaps to get rid of it.  Strangely, nothing seemed to work.  The problem seemed pretty tame …

Praying Hands

Our Healer

I stood in the shower, tears melting into the spray from the shower head on my cheeks.  There was a huge lump under my arm that I had named Nebraska; my skin was on fire; I couldn’t keep food down because of my incessant coughing.  And the fevers weren’t giving me any confidence in my health’s outlook, either.  Or the …

A Special Announcement

In the winter of 2013 I found my health in a steep, desperate decline. The longer and more rapidly it spiraled out of control the more obvious it became that something was very wrong. Finally, in early January, I was diagnosed with stage four Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. We began chemo therapy and were told there was roughly a 50% chance that …

Boat In The Storm

There is Peace

The little boat flailed as thunder cracked the skies and lightning electrified the raindrops.  The waves thrashed and writhed like children on a temper tantrum as panic crawled down the throats of the boat’s crew and gripped their guts.  Turning to their master, the bedraggled crew cried out, “Master, Master, we are perishing!” Why did they have to yell at …

Posters for Noah, Gravity & Life of Pi

“Noah” and the Entertainment Renaissance

We are in the middle of a renaissance.  And none of us realizes it. What is a renaissance? According to Dictionary.com, it’s a “revival in the world of art and learning.”  It is this definition that I am riffing on, particularly that word “revival”.  I believe that God is infiltrating our art, our thought, and our entertainment.  A bold statement, …

The Cross of Christ

Why did Jesus Die at the Passover?

They came with swords and clubs and torches, led by a traitor. They called themselves holy men, and they had come to stain their hands with the blood of a teacher. A shadow the color of death was drifting over the land. It was the same day, but 1,500 years prior. A vicious, tyrannical ruler held a foreign people in …

Saint Patrick

St. Patrick’s Day: More than an Excuse for Guinness

The invaders had ransacked their way through the village, and now they were just outside.  The family scrambled to escape, but the time for that had long since passed.  The marauders shattered the front door into a cloud of splinters.  The teenager’s mother screamed, pressing as far into the corner as her body would allow.  The boy barreled towards the …