February 22, 2022
All that remains of my father’s life is found in two cardboard boxes. Is that all his life is reduced to: two small boxes, one new, one weathered over time? Yesterday, I went to the funeral home to pick up his death certificate (cause: multiple system failure, dementia) and the second of the two boxes. […]
Read More →January 27, 2022
Wesley Gardiner Richardson, my dad, passed peacefully from this world to his eternal home today. He was born January 10, 1933 in Philadelphia. As a child, he lived across the street from Patti Patton (my Mom) in Prospect Park, PA.
Read More →February 24, 2018
My home is sandwiched between Billy Graham’s homes. Today, I was present to witness the procession carrying his body from his adult home in Montreat to his childhood one in Charlotte, right past my small town. Right past people old and young, many too young to have known him in his vibrancy. Past people of […]
Read More →December 22, 2017
Advent is a time to wait. We wait, expectantly. We hope, even in the darkness. Especially in the darkness. During the 400 years of silence between the Old and New Testaments, the people trusted despite the hopelessness of their suffering. They couldn’t see a way out, but God saw them. His gaze penetrated the murkiness. […]
Read More →April 12, 2017
This Easter week, my thoughts turn dark as I look to Friday. Pain. Death. Grief. But Friday is only the climax to the story. It’s not the resolution. It’s not the end. In the words of Dr. E.V. Hill, “It’s Friday, but Sunday’s coming!” Oswald Chambers reminds us that the horrible events of that historic […]
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