On a cold November night fifty years ago, a massive freighter vanished beneath the waves of Lake Superior. Gordon Lightfoot’s haunting ballad captures the storm, the ship, and the 29 men lost on this day in 1975: an enduring story of courage, nature’s power, and memory that refuses to fade. August of 1976 I wasContinueContinue reading “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald”
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November 9: Reflections on Orphans, Widows, and Tolkien
My editorial calendar is getting busy. November 9 reminds me that care and legacy come in many forms. They show up in quiet acts of compassion. They show up in stories passed down and letters and tales that shape hearts across generations. There is a quiet weight to loss that does not always get noticed.ContinueContinue reading “November 9: Reflections on Orphans, Widows, and Tolkien”
That Time I Almost Got Skunked
| Guest post by Git from Miss’a’sippi | We’re thrilled to have our favorite small-town storyteller back on Veni, Vidi, Scripsi. Git has a knack for turning everyday mishaps into laugh-out-loud tales, all served with a side of Southern charm, self-deprecating humor, and a keen eye for the absurd. Grab a chair, settle in, andContinueContinue reading “That Time I Almost Got Skunked”
The Moment of Surrender: A Meditation
Sometimes at church, words, music, and the quiet stirrings of the heart converge at a single intersection. This particular Sunday, as the teaching on obedience and guidance unfolded, I felt it, the invisible thread pulling through the message, drawing me into a space both ordinary and sacred. The Crossroads of Reflection Let me be clearContinueContinue reading “The Moment of Surrender: A Meditation”
When Innocence Is Held Hostage, and Hope Finds A Way
A gentle note before reading: This story touches on hardship and hope. It is written with care and respect for children who have suffered, and with faith in the healing love of Christ. Lila’s story is a composite, drawn from real cases shared with me by an advocate working directly with trafficked children. Though sheContinueContinue reading “When Innocence Is Held Hostage, and Hope Finds A Way”
Veni, Vidi, Scripsi 