Some of you may enjoy my latest post at Image. Here’s an excerpt:

“I told Caleb about the time when he was two, and he fell from a second-storey porch to the hard-packed earth below. I told him how I turned too late, and saw his little rain-booted foot disappear from sight, and heard the thud. How I saw him lying face down, motionless.

I didn’t tell Caleb how I begged and cursed God as I hurtled down the steps. I didn’t tell him what I told God in my heart: if you take another of my babies I will never, ever forgive you.

I didn’t tell him that when you are a father and one of your children goes through the valley of death’s shadow, you would give anything—your very soul—for the right to hurl yourself at death and murder it with your own hands. There is no greater human rage than this, no more pitiable impotence.”

You can read the rest here.


  1. Just Joan

    Every time. I am moved by your writing every time. I haven’t even begun to walk in as deep of valleys as you have, but I imagine that it is only a matter of time. I thank you for your raw honesty with how you have faced incredible sorrows. I am so thankful that Christ has continued to hold on to you. I pray that you will remain firmly in his grasp. May joy be yours.

  2. Spud

    Wow – I didn’t know you had cancer before. My first thought was that you may blame yourself for what your daughter went through, that you somehow gave the cancer/illness to her. It’s not true, and while we may never know the reason we can just pray for God’s help.

    I’m not so sure about this “cheating” death every day. I like to fall back on Master Po’s response to Grasshopper: when one is full of life, there is no room for death!

    Morning by morning new mercies I seek.

  3. Beth Impson

    Tony, your writing has been a light in my own dark valley of the past year (3 deaths in the family — my beloved daddy, his only remaining sister, and a 17-year-old granddaughter). I plan to give your book to my son and daughter-in-law when I think they are ready for it. I come here regularly in hopes that you will have written something, however small or large, and I am richly repaid by whatever I find. Thank you for offering us light in the darkness, for allowing us to see a glimpse of your own journey that holds out hope for ours.

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