On Character and Union

A little over a year ago I took my son, Isaiah, to an event on campus.

If I remember correctly, we arrived a few minutes after the scheduled start time; things were still getting set up.

We stood in line at a table providing crushed ice and cotton candy; the cotton candy machine wasn’t fully warmed up and ready.

Cotton Candy

Isaiah chose the cotton candy over the shaved ice so we waited.

We were in a line that wasn’t open yet, and we were at the end of that line, so we waited.

We saw people coming to the shaved ice line, getting their refreshment, and going along their way.

And still we waited.

This was only about four minutes but to Isaiah it was painfully long.

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Repost: Edits

Every other week my blog will feature a reposted work. I had been a contributor on two different sites that have since closed or no longer include blogs. I will be reposting pieces that had originally been featured on one of these two sites.  

This was originally posted September 30, 2011

This post was written about the process of contributing to the advent devotional Our Savior Come. 

Writing about writing seems weird to me. I’ve also done it before when my personal deadline for posting a blog was long passed.  It feels a little like cheating, filling space just to check it off the list. (For example, filling a page with “I’m writing now.  I’m writing now".)

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On Coffins and Crosses

For Easter this year we went to the house of some new friends here in Oregon. It was a nice little gathering. They had activities set up for the kids and gift bags to take home.

In each gift bag was a small piece of wood with nails and yarn affixed to it. The idea was, by winding the yarn around the nails in the appropriate way, the yarn would form the shape of a cross. It was a clever Easter themed craft.

Since Easter, the two wood pieces have been floating around the house in various toy boxes and piles, used every once in a while. Recently Isaiah was playing with his, wrapping the yarn around the nails in a carefree manner, not intending on forming the cross shape it was designed to reveal.

My wife looked over at him and commented on the design that was emerging

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