Happy Birthday, Krista! Today is your golden birthday! Not that you needed any reminding over the past few weeks as you looked forward to celebrating. In fact, this is one of the things I love most about you: your propensity for celebrating life in all its moments. Whether it be a memory, a moment with [...]
Archive > November 2007
Winged Babies
A painting of God’s angels caught my eye during a movie about fathers and sons reconciling. The painter’s heaven is winged babies, unusually skilled at playing harps and hovering over clouds. I don’t have anything against babies, especially the ones that play instruments. But I hope heaven has more real people more talking, more reconciling, [...]
The Fall
I drove to the Carolinas to see the drama of changing leaves on the stage of the Smoky Mountains. My mother lives there, accompanied by arthritis. She is changing, too. There are no more fast days. Autumn, decorated by dying, also bears the marks of the Fall of Man. Sphere: Related Content
Jason Barmer
