Seven Year Itch, Part IV: Who’s to blame?

A funny thing happened when Shauna started feeling treasured: About 75% of our conflict evaporated into thin air. I’m serious! You’d think I would have been completely thrilled, but I wasn’t. Sure, I enjoyed our new relationship and the deepening...

Seven Year Itch, part II: Mirrors Don’t Lie.

Yesterday I explained how I used to be a wonderful Christian husband who loved my wife but also wanted to leap from a moving vehicle to avoid being with her. It all boils down to love, they say, but nay—it all boils down to one’s definition of love. I’ll...

Seven Year Itch, Part I: Road Rash

The seven year itch is real. At least, it was for Shauna and I. But the word “itch” is an understatement. It implies mere restlessness, not war. Don’t get me wrong; that’s not how our fairy tale started. I proposed to Shauna at sunset atop a...

Good Thursday

Today is Good Thursday. For me, at least. A few weeks ago we commissioned an elderly saint in our fellowship to build us a cross. We wanted it so big that he was forced to make it hollow so we could still raise it twenty feet in the air to display at the front of our...