What began as a small plant to decorate our first apartment shared as newlyweds has now turned into an overgrown succulent that is far too big for its modest terracotta pot. What does that mean? Time to propagate!
My dad is a writer who usually sticks to earthy, spiritually-yearning prose. But this small poem he wrote “for Linda” is a gem, and I am so grateful to be able to say that it’s all true, what’s written here. Please, read on and say a prayer of thanks.
Here we are with our children
Almost completely gone
And we wonder:
Is this house a home
And who are we without them?
For me it’s easier, to be sure,
My dear wife and friend,
Because you are a nurturer of all things:
Flowers, wild birds, mongrel dogs,
And not only children.
On the other hand, I am a mere man.
Still, I am not so different from you:
Longing for a home
We truly made one together
And it has been good.
When I was younger but all grown up
Like our own children are now,
I was too old for mother and father
But yearned for a sanctuary in the midst
Of all the craziness and toil.
Before you, it was only me,
And then it was us,
But it felt just like home
With only you and me and God,
That unbreakable cord of three strands.
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Here in Delaware some warm rainy days have been coaxing in the spring season, and on warmer days such as these, Levi and I like to enjoy some freshly made salsa. Within the past year, I have been mix-matching various online recipes with ideas of my own thereby creating many uniquely new recipes for the Sikes clan. And I don’t know about you, but when it comes to groceries I like to get the most bang for my buck, and salsa just isn’t cheap! However… making your own salsa is very inexpensive and tastes far better! So without further adieu, I give you the extremely easy, truly inexpensive Sikes Salsa!
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This Friday, we and our church family will be rolling out small rugs on the floor of our mid-century gymnasium-turned-sanctuary. As we sit, bow, kneel, or lie, we’ll be taking a low posture for an hour during our Good Friday service. We feel that at least one time out of the 50+ times we gather in that room, we can certainly express with our bodies the posture of our hearts and minds. These are not so subdivided as a post-Enlightenment culture may assume. So we’ll make ourselves low tomorrow.
Our pastor will be reading various passages from Genesis to the Revelation of John that chronicle our human sinfulness. We’ll be measuring the distance we have made between us and God–personal, ultimate reality who seeks and creates relationship with sinful folk like us. And this Friday will only be called “good” because it marks God crossing that distance to bring us near.