Month: August 2015

  • Twenty-three

    I stand today in¬†the middle of two starkly¬†different life celebrations. Yesterday, a friend of mine, Samuel, went to be with Jesus. Tomorrow, I turn twenty-three. The one, a celebration of a race well-run, a fight well-fought. The other, a celebration of a race still-running, a fight still-fighting. Year twenty-two of life on this blue-green dot […]