In divorce God married me to the cross. I didn’t want it; indeed, I hated it. But upon my shoulders God laid it. The ring of nails. The veil of darkness. The kiss of death. When we are stripped of all the good we think we are and have, we come face to face with the evil within. We fight and wrestle and gasp and die and become nothing.

The pains and disappointments in life are teaching you the hard truth that God has a warm place in His heart for happy families.

Every year, when this day rolls around, I turn over the stones of remembrance that litter my mind, to see what lurks beneath.

But what does it mean to love someone or something more than we love Jesus? It means that they who were formed as a gift we transform into a god.

How will they reach this magical moment, this milestone on the journey of life? Perhaps by chasing their dreams, pursuing their passions with a heart wholly devoted to the attainment of whatever goals they set for themselves in life?

If I am so bound up in the history of the first man, all the way back at the dawn of creation, how can I not also be bound up in the more recent history of my family?