My father, Verne, grew up playing fast-pitch softball as a farm kid in western Illinois. He loved the game, and the pitcher’s role in the game. Even while serving in East Africa as a bush pilot, he played every chance he got, usually with other ex-pats. Lorraine is my mother. Wes and his wife, Mary, are my uncle and aunt, who have passed away. The others mentioned in the writing are childhood friends of my father and missionaries who used to play ball with him. “Hum that pea” is a colloquialism my father used. It translates to “pitch that ball.”
My father passed away on July 13, 2018. This piece was written after that event and is totally fictional. It was a way for me to process my own grief at what I knew would soon be coming. It helped me ground the passing from death to life in specific language. Continue reading “PLAY BALL”
But what about our limits? Aren’t we supposed to have boundaries? We can’t just stretch and stretch and give and give. Eventually we break. Yes, there are limits to each of us. As we develop and grow, our capabilities (or limits), change. Our physical limits may be different than our emotional or mental limits. Continue reading “Gracious Limits and Multiple Tools”
In Part 1, I pictured extending grace as similar to the action of a hinged extension ladder.
The ladder could flex and stretch/contract along the hinges as necessary for the job requirements. The “Job requirements” I believe are another key component to grace. Continue reading “Ladders and Grace, Part 2”
My Dad had an atypical extension ladder. It was a wonder. Of course, it did the normal ladder thing – allowed you to climb up and reach a place you could not access on your own. However, it also had hinges along its edges at intervals. These hinges allowed the user to make the ladder long, medium or short. The ladder could bend horizontally at a hinge so you could crawl across it after you ascended vertically. It could create a U shape (or more practically, an upside-down U shape.) It could become an upside-down V and be perfect for a painting job. It could fold up and become easy to store. Do you see why I call it a wonder? Continue reading “Ladders and Grace, Part 1”
Blogging = exposure. Yikes! Can you see why I avoid it?
In the early years of blogging, most blogs were like online journals. This terrified me! Why would anyone put their inmost thoughts online for public consumption? I journaled in notebooks. I wept. I anguished. If I were a swearing person, I would have used foul language. I prayed. But not for anyone else to read. The idea that anyone would want to plaster their insides on a virtual billboard made me physically ill. Continue reading “Fear of Exposure”
You’re all invited! My first Book Signing! Feb 17, 10 AM to 12:00 PM, at Rabab’s Coffee shop on Hwy. 71, Spirit Lake, IA.
I will have books available there for purchase, or bring a copy you purchase on Amazon. Can’t wait to see you!
Available at http://www.arloatenkley.com/store.html
“That’ll be two dollars thirty-one cents,” the barista told me.
She looked about nineteen or twenty years old. Perhaps a student at the local junior college. I searched my wallet. I had a ten-dollar bill and two quarters.
“Do you have a penny?” Continue reading “Penny Pinching”
Naw, that doesn’t happen.
It’s true! Once in a blue moon.
Not on Kilimanjaro, or Mt Kenya, or the Simiens?
No. North Africa. Desert. Snow. Continue reading “Snow in the Sahara”
Moonlight shone dim near Star so bright
Even far-off Magi saw the great light.
Ragtag shepherds first heard the story,
Ramparts of angels shone with glory.
You and I rejoice as well, remembering, welcoming, Emmanuel.
Continue reading “Merry Christmas”