Showing posts from September, 2012

Hang on, boys. We're coming.

I can't show you the pictures of my sons quite yet, not until our court date on Oct. 22nd.  You would understand better the impulses I feel to move heaven and earth to go and get them right now if you could gaze upon their faces.

Something about seeing them standing there with their names taped to the front of their shirts makes me feel like they are prisoners waiting for someone to post bail.  I say "gaze upon their faces", but the painful truth is that their faces are already semi-faceless.  They have surely bounced around enough by now to realize the concept of home or parents isn't in their deck of cards, let alone their hand.

They stare at the camera with a far away look in their eyes, the older one (Joshua) especially.  He is about two and a half and every time I see his face his eyes look hollowed out.  Don't get me wrong, his eyes are big and brown and beautiful...soft and gentle and kind...but the pilot light is flickering, weak and weakening the longer…

The bachelor, the hunter, and my storied history...

I'm a bachelor for a few days while Heidi is gone for the Women's Retreat.  While the cat's away, the mice will play.

Oh, speaking of mice, one of my projects while Heidi is gone is to hunt down a mouse that has been using our silverware drawer as its restroom.  She cleaned out the whole drawer before she left and said, "Get to Meijer, get some traps, and get the mouse before I get back home!"  Yes, babe.
Hunting mice is one of my favorite hobbies.  There is something about looking for droppings, tracking their whereabouts, setting the trap and checking it when you get home that makes me feel like I'm an old trapper from the 1800's or something.  Or better, like a cattle rancher trying to catch that darn wolf that keeps picking off beef cows in his helpless herd.  The rush of hearing that snap or opening that drawer and seeing your prey caught in the act is invigorating.  (I'm exposing how unmanly my job is as a pastor, aren't I?)
For those who…