Learning (again) to walk
I watch people walking across the bridge outside my window, confidently, even mindlessly, placing one foot in front of another. But it’s the memory of a child taking her tentative…
The truth about learning to fly
I’m out running at dawn on this Canadian Thanksgiving Day. The gulls are wailing like the end of the world is near. Words from yesterday return to mind, other birds…
When healing doesn’t feel like healing
One day I discover that I am the blind man whom people have brought to Jesus. Jesus takes my hand. His is warm and gentle and strong, and I know…