When I got home from church today, I found my package among a pile of Amazon deliveries lying haphazardly near the mailbox. It seems as though everyone in my building had received a package today. Perhaps some were last-minute Father’s Day gifts.
My package contained a jar of silver polish and two bottles of my favorite dish soap. I hadn’t run out, but for some reason I’d added them to the cart while ordering the polish. I love worshipping the Lord while doing dishes so don’t like running out of dish soap, especially since the Target and Ralphs near me stopped stocking this brand during the lockdown. I don’t know why. It’s not like it’s toilet paper.
This is the eulogy I gave at my mother’s memorial service a few hours ago. I have made some minor edits and added links to the Scripture passages quoted and the video commemorating my mother’s life.
On behalf of my family, I want to thank each of you for joining us today. We are grateful for your presence and for the many comforting messages we have received since our beloved mother went home to be with the Lord on May 5. Thank you.
Writing the eulogy for Lalita Edwards is at once easy and difficult. Easy because of her exemplary character and well-lived life, and difficult because she was my mother and this is yet another reminder that I will not see her again this side of eternity. There’s a reason the Bible describes death as the last enemy.
My mother was the epitome of the virtuous woman depicted in Proverbs 31. She was wise, generous, compassionate, hardworking, and faithful. Above all, Continue reading
One day about twenty years ago, my flight attendant friend in Hong Kong called to say she would be in LA in a few weeks. We usually met when she came to LA on a flight. The airline put her up at the Torrance Marriott, and I lived in nearby Redondo Beach. If her layover fell on a weekend, we would hang out at the Del Amo Mall, shopping until our feet begged for mercy.
My friend always asked if I wanted anything from Hong Kong, but this time she had a request. Continue reading
Last night, and again this morning, I reached for the phone to call my mother for Mother’s Day, and then it hit me. If someone does pick up the phone, it won’t be Mummy, because Mummy went home to be with the Lord last week.
It happened suddenly. Continue reading
Yesterday was the kind of day a writer who wants to show off their vocabulary would describe as lugubrious. I prefer dreary. Not because I’m better than that other writer, but because dreary feels more literary. For me at least, it evokes scenes from Continue reading
I don’t follow football, and a few days ago I couldn’t have told you the name of Philadelphia’s team. But on Monday, November 16, as I was listening to a message on YouTube, the Holy Spirit dropped the name into my mind.
The message I was listening to was part of Continue reading
On the day after the election, a British pastor named Luke Harding had a dream about Joe Biden. Based on the interpretation I got from the Lord, the dream contains an urgent call to the church.
In the dream, Luke Harding was in what he describes as “a place of worship” when Joe Biden walked in with a group of people. Continue reading
Early on November 3, the day we thought would never arrive, my neighbor texted to say he was walking over to the polling station at 6:50. I was planning to go later but decided to join him. We vote similarly, and I figured a last-minute review on a certain measure wouldn’t hurt. Continue reading
In my previous post I had said that how we vote matters both here and in eternity. In heaven, it can affect our rewards for “the things done in the body” (2 Corinthians 5:10). And on earth, our voting choices directly impact our daily lives, because the officials we elect can make life easy or difficult for us by the laws they pass.
If elected officials are faith-friendly, they will pass laws that allow us to practice our faith in peace. If not, we will Continue reading