Small Stories of a Big God
The Call of the Cross
In the cross, in the cross Be my glory ever, Till my ransomed soul shall find Rest beyond the river. – Fanny Crosby 1869 Hard-boiled eggs.Jelly beans.Easter Lilies.Yuk. Add to that being stuffed into an ill-fitting Easter dress that my mother made, with a death...
The Boy From Somewhere Better
First I remember the wind. Of course, it was my first winter in Wellfleet, huddled near the tip of the Cape on a narrow sandbar inhabited by poets and pirates. If you believe in ghosts and madmen, you would find them there, but only in the winter and the wind. I...
Sent With Love
Surrender is not the surrender of the external life, but of the will. When that is done, all is done. There are very few crisis in life: the great crisis is the surrender of the will. – Oswald Chambers My mother had a saying that would likely rattle the teeth of most...
A New Year’s Revelation (What I Learned in a Cloud)
“There she is!” I follow my son Miles, daughter-in-law Erin and two grandkids, Olive and Quincy, across the hotel lobby. That’s what I do on this trip to Viet Nam. Just follow. “Hi Sue!” A small Asian woman turns her head, which is wrapped in a bright yellow plaid...
Two Cards and a Baby Boy
Wham! The mail slot on the front door creaked open, then snapped shut, the mail pushed through onto the floor. As I bent down to gather it, I noticed two card-shaped envelopes and I smiled as I retrieved them from the floor. I love cards, any cards, but Christmas...
Hero to Zero
“Everybody come look at this!” a nurse called from the hallway, waving us all towards the break room. My assumption was there was more food – pizza, sandwiches, cakes that had been flooding in from the community. Or maybe more cards from elementary school students....
The Last Vacuum Cleaner
I bought a good vacuum, a sleek German-made canister that hums while it works, determined and swift. It’s uncharacteristic for me to splurge on an appliance. My washer was the cheapest Home Depot could offer. The dryer was donated. But this was my thought: ...
Waking Up to a Priest
“Psssssst! Wake up miss!” My eyes snapped open and focused on the jowly, soft face of a priest, his eyes searching mine through thick wire rim glasses. I sat up from the hard pew and quickly looked around. We were alone. “Mass starts in an hour,” he informed me....
Reflections on a Father’s Love
It was clearly a man’s world, the hardware store in downtown Old Greenwich. And I felt part honored and part trespasser when I followed my dad through the door . It was Saturday morning, part of a ritual my dad kept, probably to keep himself grounded after a week of...
The Good Dirt
Behind the house, within the backyard, is another yard enclosed in a chain link fence. When I first saw it, I thought the other yard was an odd cutout of the neighbors yard. Why else would you run a chain link fence through a nice looking yard? But the fence had been...
The Weight of Twenty Years
Twenty years ago the 26th of this month, I gazed upon the lifeless body of the boy who made me mom. Spencer was a few weeks short of 22, a young man really, but always a boy to his mom, as I point out to my other two sons, who are now fully men. Twenty years. It...
The Club With No Title (and Five Things You Can Do To Help)
We don’t have a title! I wasn’t quite sure I understood my friend, sitting across her living room from me. What? We don’t have a title. You know, like woman who have lost their husbands are called “widows.” But mothers who have lost a child...
The Day After Thanksgiving (or Get Back to Work)
***After writing several Thanksgiving blogs, here is a repost honoring the day after. And giving thanks for Work! "The test of the life of a saint is not success, but faithfulness in human life as it actually is. We will set up success in Christian work as the...
Spencersmom.com Turns 10!
I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus. Philippians 3:14 Blog: (noun) a website containing a writer's or group of writers' own experiences, observations, opinions, etc. Blogged, blogging (verb) August 2011, ten...
The 2021 Spencer Macleod Memorial Three Point Shoot Out
Bap, bap, bap...the sound of a basketball hitting pavement still gives me a strange sense of comfort. I am transported back to gymnasiums, the squeak of sneakers on the floor, the shriek of a ref’s whistle. Though my eyes never left my child, eventually I learned the...
On The Other Side of the Bed : Six Take-a-Ways From a Nurse Who Became a Patient
I held the remote loosely in my hand, respectful of the power within. How many times had I reviewed the colored buttons? The yellow light bulb, green TV in big letters flanked by volume and channel buttons, then the large red button at the top, which for many years...
Seeking the Cross – Finding a Garden
It was pathetic – but also kind of sweet, like an ugly puppy. There we were, staring at the cold dirt, two signs of spring – a smatter of purple crocuses and two next door neighbors talking to each other. Really, this is Cape Cod. It draws people who can’t run...
If You Have a Cough, Fever or You’ve Just Had Enough
He will be the sure foundation for your times, a rich store of salvation and wisdom and knowledge; the fear of the LORD is the key to this treasure. Isaiah 36:6 “If you have a cough, sore throat or fever, please report immediately to airport security at...
For Those Who Can’t Forget
"He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. He determines the number of the stars; he gives to all of them their names.” Psalm 147:3,4 (ESV) Rosie and I resumed our walks around the pond this week. Summertime we are banned (well, dogs are) which is...
The Prize
“God help me to know and to live like the time is short. To give you all I have today. Tomorrow is really not promised. Spencer Macleod The quote you just read was written by a 19-year-old. Less than three years later, he left this world forever, his...
A Father’s Perfect Love
*** Dear friends- in the beautiful but sometimes perplexing spirit of Father’s Day, I am reposting this from 2017. I pray it will bless and minister to someone! Pawwwwwt Chestah!! I can still hear the conductor holler over the clack and rattle of the train and...
The Best Hiding Place
You are my hiding place; you will protect me from trouble and surround me with songs of deliverance. Psalm 32:7 It was the last place to look and the best place to hide. Growing up in the 60’s, where no place was too dirty, creepy or dangerous to explore or hide in,...
Five Hard Lessons for the Christian (or Read the Fine Print)
Enter by the narrow gate; for wide is the gate and broad is the way that leads to destruction, and there are many who go in by it. Because narrow is the gate and difficult is the way which leads to life, and there are few...
Happy New Day
The rooster crowed into the darkness around me. I squinted at my phone - 2:30 am. I could hear the music outside still playing, hints of western pop...
The Legend of Mrs. Santa
“There she goes! There she goes!” my father yelled as he pointed up towards the roof. It was freezing out, we had no coats on but it didn’t matter. A grown man and three or four kids had just spilled out onto the lawn on a Christmas Eve, and stood squinting up into...