Everyone has a 9/11/2001 story. Here is mine. May God bless the remembering and sharing of yours. Tuesday. I looked forward to it every week. No early morning. No meetings. No paperwork, project management, or pastoral counseling. Just me, my laundry, some genealogy research and a chance to breathe. I poured coffee, sat cross-legged inContinue reading “One Day in September”
Tag Archives: WhatMatters
When It Really Matters
The middle of a desert in Kuwait, 2003. After 0200. (2 am) I am awakened by the sound of someone knocking on the pole holding up the front of the dust-laden tent in which I am sleeping. It is a young woman, one of those responsible for driving our ambulances in convoy, across the borderContinue reading “When It Really Matters”
Bender Tales 