Shining Light into the Darkness
My precious, precious grandchildren, This series of letters is an attempt to have you notice which “ocean you’re swimming in” (remember the fish who doesn’t have any idea of what water is because it’s always been surrounded by it?). I grew into adulthood in a Christian society in which Christianity was losing influence as the …
My dear precious ones As I said in my last letter, it is a basic human need to believe in something transcendent something beyond our own small self that gives our lives meaning—especially when life is difficult or confusing. Part of the reality of adolescence and young adulthood is life is often confusing. I think that is especially true …
My precious grandchildren: I’ve decided to do something a bit different this month. I’m typing this letter out after having taken notes in my journal because I’m still working out my thoughts. Sometimes I do that better on a computer where I can move whole swaths with a click. This letter will mostly define some …