"As a writer, I think it is my job to seek God in the common things; indeed, to believe that God is already in the common things ahead of and outside of me. This happens in three ways: first of all, to see the glory of God in the world, to perceive it, to find it, sometimes to be stunned by the discovery of it when I hadn't been looking well enough. Second, having perceived it, to acknowledge it, to salute it, to be aware of it, to know it, to dance with it, to think about it, to engage with it — and having engaged with it, to give that glory back to God. The third part involves writing — or maybe I should say praise. Ultimately, it is my job to praise."
In memory of Aaron Havenga (April 2, 1975 ~ November 20, 1994)
One precious memory of Aaron becomes his favorite fleece jacket that I still wear to welcome the coolness of autumn, the cold of winter, to recall his warm kindness. Over forty years since you were born. Twenty-one years today since you died. Nineteen years we shared; as you explored your own world, pursued your own adventures. Warmed by your green fleece, clothed in our covering prayers. * * * * * * * * * * * * The same dark green fleece our son Aaron wore when he skied, biked, and hiked his adventurous self through the outdoors in his late teens. This green fleece became mine when he took the ultimate trail into another realm; the heavenly kingdom. I wear it to honor his life, to try to feel a fragment of the gratitude he now feels, the glory he now sees, as I await the blessed hope.