Easter’s Middle

Posted on April 1, 2021 by Todd Gaddy

It’s a tiny island called Saturday.
Nestled uncomfortably close to its neighbor, Horror.
It’s quiet here. Almost silent.

Letter To My Favorite Freshman

I love my daughters. More than I could possibly express.

I hate debt. More than I could possibly express.

For our sake he made him to be sin who knew no sin, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God. – 2 Corinthians 5:21

Posted on March 8, 2021 by Todd Gaddy

It’s a Monday in March. Just about a year since the world changed.

I don’t know if he will. But I believe he can.

What does Christian hope look like? May I suggest:

In April 2016, I learned I have Multiple Sclerosis.

The twentieth day of the first month is unique for a specific nation every four years. People are watching.

And God’s listening.

I honestly don’t know how else to say it.

Strange. That’s the only word I can think of to describe how I’ve felt today.