By Jill Briscoe
“Easter comes around as quickly as Christmas, Lord, or so it seems,” I murmured as I slipped into a back pew.
“I’m glad so many people come to Good Friday services. I’m glad I can be here.” Silence.
“I’m trying to concentrate Lord, to focus on what it’s all about.”
It’s hard for you when you’re so worried about your son,” He said simply.
“Yes.” …Read more
Some of us have grown up in a context of alcoholism where things were a tiny bit crazy — or a lot. Some of us have married an alcoholic or raised one. At any rate, we love an addict or are under their jurisdiction in one form or another, and it affects us. We can shrivel up and die from the affects of someone else’s addiction literally or figuratively. It can suck the life right out of us if we let it. Thank God, there’s a solution for us too. It doesn’t have to be that way.…Read more
My friend Austin commented, “Sometimes life is worth living because of the way the sun shines in the leaves on the drive home.” In the year 2010 I relayed to my mentor a litany of the things that had gone wrong with Sarah’s life and times in the year 2000. It made for a good story; there were multiple untimely and unsettling deaths, affairs, divorces, budding addictions, relationship quirks and behavioral drama. Basically it was the worst of times but at the time of my telling my mentor about the year nothing went right, it happened to be the best of times. She listened quietly and then said kindly,