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Hope: Remembering to Remember Part 7

You never know when things are going to set off a defining moment in your life. They just sneak up on you, or upon you. It's like a building up of little moments, then out of the blue (or the grey); everything compiles to break open on you. Sometimes it creates tears, joy, agony, or all three.I remember when I met Hope. Recently I had met two other people: one named "Faith," and one named "Charity." Doing the scriptural math, I realized that I was one person away from meeting a triad of faith, hope and love. So my attention was grabbed when we were on the Apache Reservation one summer afternoon, and a young, beautiful [...]

By |2014-08-18T22:34:59+00:00June 22nd, 2005|Uncategorized|

Of Waking Up: Remembering to Remember Part 6

Black Don't touch your forehead! Black The blur of numbness kicks in. Figures above me, one of which looks a little familar. The familiar one looked like my mother, the others I suppose were doctors. The one to my left asked, "What's your name?" "Joel Bidderman," I said. I thought it a little odd at first, since he could have just asked my mom because she was standing right there. Then he asked, "What day is it?" I said, "October 29th." To that he said something like, "Actually, it's the 30th; it's 12:45 in the morning." Great, of all the doctors I got the sarcastic one. But apparently up until then I had been saying all [...]

By |2014-08-26T00:27:58+00:00June 20th, 2005|Uncategorized|

Manna and Glory: Remembering to Remember Part 5

I think that it's funny that when the Israelites were in the wilderness, God's answer for their food need was Manna. Many naturally figure that manna was bread, when the Bible doesn't say that. Manna actually means "What is it?" (Exodus 16:31) Leave it to my omniscient Creator to give a provision that has a name that's actually a question. It says that: "It was white like coriander seed and tasted like wafers made with honey." So we know that not only was it edible, but it was tasty (however, too much of anything gets old quickly). The eternal question is "What WAS it?" I mean, seriously. Was it angel dandruff, the first draft of snow, [...]

By |2014-09-02T01:08:55+00:00June 2nd, 2005|Memoirs|

Sunrises Around the Corner: Remembering to Remember Part 4

An old proverbial nugget (of oriental origin I think) says, "A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step." I remember when I began my journey away from home. It was so very long ago. I was about 17 or 18 and I was moving from where my parents lived to a nearby town. There was a church there that I was getting involved in and it was a step bigger than where my parents lived...so I went and decided I'd figure things out along the way. I soon learned that life wasn't as easy as I thought it would be. A morning that I'll always remember was the morning after an interview that [...]

By |2014-09-02T01:05:49+00:00June 1st, 2005|Memoirs|
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