January 2011
6 posts
ocean walker
Last night’s sermon has been on my mind-grapes.
When the disciples saw Jesus chilling on the water, Peter asks Jesus to command him to walk on water and Jesus gives him the OK. However, upon actually realizing the whole ocean/waves situation around him, Peter has an, “oh sh*t” moment and starts to sink. Jesus says that line, “O, ye of little faith, etc” and Peter...
grandfather. pt IV
I mount my camera onto the tripod and set the timer.
It’s August, 2006, and my parents and I flew in from the States. My grandfather has terminal pancreatic cancer.
I walk to the couch and sit next to my grandfather. He puts his hand over mine. I look over, and his eyes are fixed on the camera. I wonder if I’m imagining the moisture in his eyes.
My grandfather was a soldier for...
grandfather. pt III
My dad was in high school, and he arrived home, just in time for dinner. The house was silent.
“Hello…anybody home?” my dad asked the dimly lit doorway. He took off his shoes and slid open the door.
The entire family was at the dinner table, frozen. My grandfather’s face was twisted with rage, eyes ablaze. His shoulders moved up and down with every breath.
In front of...
grandfather. pt II
When my dad was in middle school, my grandfather would receive cigarettes as gifts.
He would keep the expensive cigarettes in a cabinet, and would smoked cheap cigarettes at home.
A few times a week, my grandmother would notice some disappearing from the cabinet, but my grandfather dismissed it.
One day, my grandfather’s cheap cigarettes ran out, so he asked my grandmother to go to the...
grandfather.
My grandfather loved fish, so when my dad was a child, my grandmother would often serve one grilled fish for dinner.
the family was large. my dad had three brothers and one sister, so the best parts of the fish were always contested.
my grandfather would take the head first, and begin eating it, while his family ate the rest of the fish.
for years, my dad thought the best part of the fish was...