Photo Credit: Philippe Wojazer / Reuters Saturday morning my wife, Stephanie, and I with our friends and family celebrated the new life and coming birth of our twin sons, Abel James and August John Elliott. Gray clouds covered the sky, and a steady rain fell on the ground, a typical spring day in the South Puget […]Read more "As the Ruin Falls: Pain & Beauty; Destruction & Resurrection"
John Francis Elliot, my father, died twenty years ago on this day: Where were you at my soccer games? Where were you at my high school graduation? Where were you when I graduated college with honors? Where were you when I joined my soul with my wife in marriage? Where were you? Where […]Read more "20 Years"
Today is my beautiful wife’s, Stephanie Augusta Elliott’s, birthday. The more I think about her and all of her amazing qualities and virtues, I realize that I value her birthday infinitely more than mine. For, birthdays are a celebration of an individual’s life, and I would much rather celebrate my wife’s life than my own. […]Read more "Folding the Laundry: A Meditation on my Wife’s Birthday"
Peter Lawler stated in a recent article, “Philosophy is learning how to die, to get over obsessing about your personal significance. Being (existence) itself is not in our hands.” Lawler aligns himself with great thinkers such as Plato, Cicero, and Montaigne in believing that Philosophy has the purpose of preparing oneself to die. Shakespeare […]Read more "Medicine for an Anxious Heart: a Christian Meditation on Death and Fear"
What if I told you I was a Greek god? What if I told you that people offered sacrifices of food and libations to me? Well, it is true. Let me explain. In Greek mythology, gods were built temples in which human subjects would bring offerings of food, drink, and incense. Greek citizens would try […]Read more "The Glory of the Gods"
A child of five years I was Sitting, waiting, confused. People whispering in hushed tones; People crying with sorrowful mourns. “Where’s mommy?” I asked. No response. No one wanted to answer. No one did answer. A child of five I was; Lifted up, looking at, and wondering why Everyone was watching daddy sleep. “Why is […]Read more "The Paradox of Death"