On redemption, surrender, and holy ground

Cal (name changed for anonymity) was probably the last person you would choose to bring into your home. Six feet tall. Strong and broad in shoulders. Ex-con. Coyote. Wanted by both the police and the cartels for knowing too much. His first arrest happened at 7 years old, when he held an American couple at gunpoint to rob them. He spent years in prison. And years running.

A Greater Purpose in the Pain.

I guess I’ve been thinking a lot about birth lately, given that my very first grand baby is on the way. And I’ve been thinking about the miracle and design of the process, how a baby passes from one world to the next. From womb to earth. Water to air. And how those painful minutes in between are the most vital of all.