There is no dramatic footage and you won’t see it shared by any news stations, but there was another “cancer parade” that preceded the cheering faces lining 175th. This parade was much quieter (except for our barking dogs), hidden to most, and it stretched out over months. Six months to be exact. It included participants… Continue reading The Other Parade
My daughter
Nobody tells you that it will be red. Bright red, like lipstick or foil-covered Valentine’s Day hearts. We all watched as it left the syringe, traveling slowly but unstoppable through flaccid thin tubing. My eyes pooled with tears as it inched toward its destination, and I held my breath as crimson entered the port beside… Continue reading My daughter
For Dr. Thompson
(photo credit, John Thompson) “He’s the toughest grader you will have at Fuller!” These words did not ease my anxious spirit that January as I geared up for my return to MDiv studies after the birth of my firstborn, Mercy three months earlier. I almost lost my life after childbirth. Post-partum hemorrhaging and D.I.C. (or… Continue reading For Dr. Thompson
Sides
“I swore never to be silent whenever and wherever human beings endure suffering and humiliation. We must always take sides. Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented.” – Elie Wiesel, Nobel Prize Acceptance Speech, December 10, 1986 By Mercy Haub May 1st, 2018 I swore never to be… Continue reading Sides
“I Had A Miracle…”
When I was pregnant with Hope, our family celebrated a special milestone: Doug’s graduation from Fuller Seminary. He was asked to give the commencement address at the Fuller Northwest ceremony here in Seattle, and after he did so he received a phone call inviting him to fly down to Pasadena to speak at the all-school… Continue reading “I Had A Miracle…”
For Tamir
My friend died this year His cancer, amoral Cancer comes like rain, That good and evil alike receive It chokes children, rich , smart , poor, valuable, throwaways alike There is no judgment, no possible prosecution No conviction or indictment that can come Cancer cannot take a witness stand or hear a verdict Cancer only… Continue reading For Tamir
My pastoral prayer for Charleston, SC
Our church has been preaching from the book of Revelation in recent weeks, so I chose words from that book to lead our congregational response to the events of this past week at Mother Emanuel. “There in heaven stood a throne, with one seated on the throne!†We come to you, Almighty God, because we… Continue reading My pastoral prayer for Charleston, SC
The Measure of a Hero
Last Wednesday morning, I paused for a moment in between sandwich making and wiping the face of the three-year old at the table to open my laptop on the kitchen counter. My first grader wanted to bring his basketball schedule to his teacher: she had asked him when his games were so that she could… Continue reading The Measure of a Hero
Are you writing these down?
Elijah, from the couch yesterday afternoon: “Hey! Did you know the alphabet has a space for ALL the letters?” Elijah, while eating his dinner and discussing the baby’s upcoming first birthday celebration: “Mommy, why does everyone have to have a birthday on the day that you lay a baby?”
Sitting
Facebook has opened up opportunity to connect with people’s grief in new ways and with greater scope. As news of my “friends” trickles past me at points throughout my day, there is almost always an update about someone’s loss, someone’s sickness, someone’s tragedy. And I have been drawn near to grief that, in reality, is… Continue reading Sitting