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Category Archives: Memoir

The omicron spike matters

A personal anecdote to persuade you to get vaccinated and follow suggested safety protocols.

Posted byJames ErnestJanuary 18, 2022February 11, 2022Posted inMemoirTags:anti-vaxxers, antivaxxers, Covid-19, Delores Ernest, Deloris Ernest, Dolores Ernest, Dolores Lipp Ernest, emergency rooms, hospitals, John Randolph Medical Center, omicron variant, pandemic, vaccination4 Comments on The omicron spike matters

Grief and gratitude

My mother died Thursday evening. For me she is an icon of the fruit of the Spirit.

Posted byJames ErnestJanuary 15, 2022February 11, 2022Posted inFaith and life, MemoirTags:Delores Ernest, Deloris Ernest, Dolores Ernest, Dolores Lipp Ernest, eikōn, fruit of the Spirit, Galatians 5:21, icon, icons, image, image of God, imitatio Christi, imitatio Dei, imitation of Christ, John Stott’s morning prayer3 Comments on Grief and gratitude

Orla in 2008

Today, April 3, 2021, our beloved Irish Terrier, Orla, died. I’m consoling myself by digging through old photographs. This post has pics from 2008, the year Orla came to live with us.

Posted byJames ErnestApril 3, 2021April 3, 2021Posted inMemoirTags:CH CZAR ORLAITH, Irish Terriers, Orla Ernest the Irish Terrier2 Comments on Orla in 2008

Getting vaccinated in Grand Rapids

It is encouraging to see what people can do with unity in mission. I am so grateful. I am also uneasy. How will we perpetuate the yes, share the yes?

Posted byJames ErnestMarch 30, 2021March 30, 2021Posted inFaith and life, MemoirTags:Coronavirus, Covid-19, DeVos family, DeVos Place, global injustice, Immunization, injustice, justice, positivity, unity, vaccinationLeave a comment on Getting vaccinated in Grand Rapids

Dumpster fire

Random memories, or maybe not so random. Maybe it’s all the talk about dumpster fires. A metaphor I don’t think I ever heard before 2016, but now it’s all we can say. We just walk around dazed, glazed, and when we bump into each other we say, “What a dumpster fire.” Back when I wasContinue reading “Dumpster fire”

Posted byJames ErnestOctober 1, 2020October 19, 2020Posted inFaith and politics, MemoirTags:dumpster fire, TrumpLeave a comment on Dumpster fire
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