Author: trosionalo
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You’re Keeping Someone Alive and Losing Yourself in the Process
The math that never balances. Every evening around eight-forty, the pharmacy near my house fills with the same cars, the same tired faces under fluorescent light, picking up medications that…
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The Spirit Is Willing but the Flesh Is Weak
When the willing spirit lives in a frame that has started saying no. Last October, a man I have known for years showed up to help set chairs before a…
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When You Settle for the Gift Instead of Asking for What Makes It Useful
The gift that couldn’t grow anything. Last spring a woman in my Wednesday group mentioned she had inherited a house. Everyone congratulated her. She sat there smiling with her hands…
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God Took the Side of the Man Who Yelled
There is a kind of silence that settles over a house after the last visitor leaves. The casseroles are in the fridge. The flowers are already wilting. And somewhere between…
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The Question Your Generation Is Asking That Your Parents’ Never Did
The container was never the point. Last fall a woman at church handed me a small ceramic urn and asked if I would hold it for a moment. She needed…
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The Longest Silence in the Bible Was Broken by a Whisper
Four hundred years of silence ended with a sound so small the world almost missed it. Somewhere around the year 400 BC, a prophet named Malachi wrote his last line,…
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When You Know Exactly What You Need to Say and Can’t Start
Some truths have to arrive sideways before they can land. There is a draft folder on your phone right now with a message you never sent. Maybe it is a…
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Refusing to Forgive Yourself Is Overruling God
The court has spoken. You are the only one still arguing for conviction. Try this as a thought experiment. A man stands trial. The evidence is examined. The judge renders…
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Every “Too Late” Story in the Bible Ends the Same Way
Every deadline you’ve given God is one you invented yourself. Last Sunday a man stood in the parking lot of a church for eleven minutes before driving away. I know…
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When You Realize No One Alive Remembers You as a Child
Some grief arrives without permission and without logic. Someone hands you the plastic bag at the hospital. It has a watch in it, maybe a wallet, a ring you remember…