By Brenda Black I remember well weary nights of rocking and nursing and praying my infant sons would “please just go to sleep.” There were bumps and bruises and scraped knees and one incident of some tiny burned fingers during … Read More
By Brenda Black Meek and mild, loving and kind – that’s how many see the Savior of the World. He is long suffering, wishing none to perish. That’s a fact. But if He came to only alleviate our discomfort and … Read More
By Brenda Black Just when I thought the world had gone completely mad, two heart-warming headlines highlight the finer side of humanity this week. A teen golfer sees the bigger picture and opts for possibilities instead of quick cash. And … Read More
By Brenda Black Jump! Buck! Stall! Roll! As much as it felt like I was riding a bronc, the reality was a mossy green Dodge Dart Duster had me grabbing the horn and holding on for dear life on EE … Read More
By Brenda Black Something besides radio active material, toxic cucumbers or earthquakes has hit the West Coast. It’s a new kind of babysitter. She’s wiser and older, and comes with decades of experience. And she doesn’t spend your time or … Read More
By Brenda Black I’m writing my column this morning in route to Joplin for another day of volunteer service. Our family is working in a warehouse sorting donations for distribution. It is mind numbing to take in the devastation and … Read More
By Brenda Black Words won’t come this week, as I scour my brain for just the right turn of a phrase to express my deepest sorrow for people harmed, homes demolished, jobs lost, and lives ended or altered in the … Read More
By Brenda Black What do you have planned for the weekend? For a solid week we’ve been gravitating to graduations, celebrating accomplishments of Kindergartners through college students with cake and cookies, beef and banquets, baccalaureates and lots of cards stuffed … Read More
By Brenda Black The scene opens with old Mordecai weeping and wailing. He wears shabby clothes, his face unwashed, hair uncombed. He has sworn off food and wanders down city streets, expressing his great fear and grief. His niece Esther … Read More
By Brenda Black Trolling: As much as I’d like to associate the word with big bass feeding in cool waters under low-hanging limbs, the only comparison I can readily make is I feel like the loaded, limp limb. I’ve been … Read More