Daily Dying

Occupying a prominent position on the small kitchen table in the breakfast room of the old and somewhat delapidated house where my Dad spent his last years of this life was this picture.  The caption, scrawled on the reverse in the almost illegible hand of this wonderful man, explains it all, except possibly that he [...]

A Grandfather’s Prayer

As I was going through the things of my Dad after his death, I came across these three pictures and my eyes welled up with tears. These photos – all of the same statute of Abraham and Isaac just before the impending sacrifice - were all taken in the little cemetary in Virginia Beach where Dad spent so [...]

Jesus, The King

On the grounds of a hospital in the Tidewater area of Virginia, there is a cemetary.  Just as he did at the Mountain View Cemetary in Danville, Dad would spend his days in that quiet place in prayer.  These were precious times of communion and fellowship between my father and his Heavenly Father.  His letters to [...]

The Crucifixion Tree

This tree stands in the middle of a cemetary, not far from the high school where I spent those tumultuous years of my life.  Years later, after his own life had been torn apart by addiction, my dad found solice and communion with God in this quiet and holy place. Through the years of his [...]