The Prayer Chain

The Texas Medical Center with the James Turrell Skyspace in front, on the Rice University Campus, copyright, 2016, StudentOfLife

I recently received a message from the husband of an acquaintance. It seems that she has cancer. He wanted my email address to put me on a prayer group list. This is the original message to me: “Its A___________, B__________’s husband. I’m trying to build a prayer group list for her to help her during her treatment for Stage 1 Breast Cancer. Can you please send me your email address. Thanks.”

This was my reply:

“A_________, instead of prayer, I’d rather help. I’m only a few blocks away from you and you can call me on my phone at 123-456-7890.”
Fast forward two weeks and this is what I’m receiving in my email inbox with replies from many mutual friends and acquaintances:
Dear Friends of B_____________,

I am reaching out for your prayers and good wishes for our friend, B__________.     This summer, B____________ was diagnosed with breast cancer and started chemotherapy this past week….Thankfully it’s stage one, but it is the fast growing type so a great reminder to us all to self-exam and get yearly mammograms….Her first treatment sent her to the ER in the middle of the night….

Please pray for the following:

1) side effects to be minimal

2) the treatment to completely eradicate this disease from her body,

3) B____________ and her family find peace in knowing this will be behind her in 2017.

B____________ is so blessed to have you to reach out to and appreciates your well wishes and prayers.

With love and gratitude from B__________ ——-

Thank you!

Photo Challenge: Unusual. We Don’t Need No Stinkin’ Car.

Houston, TX, Copyright, SCH, July, 2017

Getting around in the fourth largest city in the United States can be a “challenge.” Oil reigns supreme, so true mass transit really does not exist. Sometimes, you have to make due with what you’ve got. Apparently, this person, who does not appear ambulatory, and may not have had immediate access to a vehicle, did the only thing she could do at the time: get out on San Felipe Street–a major thoroughfare–and drive her motorized wheelchair to–well, wherever. In truth, drivers were conciliatory to her plight as traffic slowed to a crawl while she puttered down the street. The driver of this Suburban even put on his hazard lights and drove extremely slowly, appearing to protect her. As I pulled up, the local River Oaks patrol pulled up behind her to offer additional protection. The destination was unknown, but the Target was less than a quarter of a mile away.


Photo Challenge: Collage, Berlin-Style

Mauerpark, Berlin, Germany, copyright, SCH, 2017

In the middle part of the 20th century, the people of Berlin made their own collage on a government-erected canvas. The work was usually paint on cement, but occasionally, paper–posters, bills and handmade signs. A few times, but a few times too many, blood would add a spatter-marks on the cement.

“We have never had to put a wall up to keep our people in.”

Written on part of the remaining Berlin Wall, found at the Maurerpark, or the Berlin Wall Park, Berlin Germany.

Eat My Words


Food is edible.:







Words are edible:

A delicious book,

A savory poem,

A tantalizing short story,

A meaty essay,

A sour article.

Life is edible:

I want to see, feel, touch, hear and taste the present.

I could just eat you up…

via Daily Prompt: Edible

Feelings: None

Sunrise in the Erg Chebi Desert dunes in eastern Morocco, copyright, SCH, 2017

In working through the split-up of my marriage, I found that the best way to remove the pain was to simply stop feeling. Feelings: none. Play a stupid video game. Read endless posts on FaceBook. Tweet about the state of American politics or lament about the hypocrisy of the love for mankind in evangelical Christianity. The world can keep our minds busy and reeling from the everyday overload of too much information, too much, anger, too much pain. Be brave, chin up, barrel through it all, stop sniveling.

Then the wisdom of those who study, those who think big, comes through. Dr. Brené Brown teaches us that those who live lives of completeness and love have one thing in common: they are vulnerable. Brown writes in Daring Greatly: How the Courage to Be Vulnerable Transforms the Way We live, Love, Parent and Lead that “Vulnerability is the core of all emotions and feelings. To feel is to be vulnerable. To believe vulnerability is weakness is to believe that feeling is weakness. To foreclose on our emotional life out of a fear that the costs will be too high is to walk away from the very thing that gives us purpose and meaning in life.”

Brown’s words are so often packed with emotional punches that I can only read a sentence as day. Often, one sentence has more meaning for me than years and years of religious dogma.

But at the end of the day, none does not cut it. None is the box that we check when we check out. It’s time to move to vulnerability, the pathway from none to full.

via Daily Prompt: None