The idea of karma is what’s reflected in a parable Jesus told. Jesus’ story is this: The landowner planted a vineyard, leased it to some tenants, and left. When the harvest time came, he sent his people to collect the produce, but the tenants refused them and beat, killed, and stoned them. So, as a final attempt, the landowner sent his son. But they killed him.

The question is then asked: Now when the owner of the vineyard comes, what will he do to those tenants?

And the answer is given: He will put those wretches to a miserable death.

One time two new dining room chairs showed up on our front porch. They came in a large box with a lot of packaging. The chairs were all wrapped up and one was stacked upside down on top of the other. In between the two chairs was a box — maybe one foot by two feet. It was an ordinary cardboard box. It was closed and taped shut with packing tape. Printed on the outside of it were these words: “Void Filler.”

Void Filler.

I was fascinated by this box. Here are two chairs, and then here is this box…

New York Times columnist David Brooks published a column on February 18 titled “A Nation of Weavers.” In it Brooks laments the social fragmentation we are experiencing in America today: “our lack of healthy connection to each other, our inability to see the full dignity of each other, and the resulting culture of fear, distrust, tribalism, shaming and strife.” In response to this, Brooks has begun something through the Aspen Institute called Weave: The Social Fabric Project.

This project seeks to lift up and learn from “those who are weaving communities everywhere, establishing connection, building relationships, offering care and creating…

Jayber, our 90-pound goldendoodle, woke me up in the middle of the night with a scared-sounding bark from the living room where he normally sleeps stretched out on the couch. I lay there half-awake for a few minutes trying to decide if I should get up and see what was going on or just go back to sleep. I finally decided I better check it out, so I got up and walked down the hall to the living room. I saw Jayber standing in the middle of the room at attention, back to me, not moving a muscle, staring toward…

I was sitting on the couch with my wife Jamie and my mom on a Sunday afternoon in December watching the Dallas Cowboys game, and suddenly I started getting phone calls. My dad and his wife Vickie had been involved in a car accident somewhere in Oklahoma. Jamie and I ended up getting our stuff together and got in the car to drive to St. Francis Hospital in Tulsa, where my dad was being taken by care-flight.

When we got there about midnight, he was very much awake and clear of mind. The first thing he said was, “I guess…

Our new house is right across the street from a Fort Worth ISD elementary school. A school is a busy place, it turns out. Starting early in the morning there are the sounds of food deliveries and dumpsters being emptied and teachers and maintenance and cafeteria workers arriving for their day. Lots of sounds. Our house is actually right across from their playground, so if you are home during a school day, the sound you hear the most is that of children playing.

At about 8:30 am on Friday I looked out the window and saw one teacher and about…

Brent Beasley

Working toward the goal that every child in Fort Worth, Texas has the opportunity to receive a quality public education.

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