Jesus | Parke Ladd

Chocolate Invasion: Loving Irvington!

Posted by parkejladd on Feb 5, 2010 in Featured {Article} | 0 comments

And if anyone gives even a cup of cold water to one of these little ones because he is my disciple, I tell you the truth, he will certainly not lose his reward –Matthew 10:42 Late last night I couldn’t sleep. I had an Elvis song stuck in my head. Playing on repeat. Not a great start to an otherwise wonderful night’s sleep. The song went something like this, “A...

A Disrupted Church

Posted by parkejladd on Feb 1, 2010 in Featured {Article} | 3 comments

Forgive me. Forgive me for my feeble attempts to appear strong. For an artistic legacy of painted words and hand sculpted sentences. For a self-concocted life spent ignoring the easily ignorable. For my lack of attention in the midst of constant hurry and waste. For a life spent in willing comfort, separated from those afflicted by misery; cut off from inner city, high rise slums; and...

“Hell Is For Democrats…”

Posted by parkejladd on Jan 24, 2010 in Featured {Article}, Slider | 4 comments

The Map I find a certain level of nostalgic comfort and satisfaction in defining my self-calculated limitations–in placing brackets, spaces and dashes around and between everything I’ve done and have yet to do. I enjoy pinpointing highlights and accomplishments with multi-colored nails, sealing and solidifying my well pruned resume of a life into its appropriate place. Miniature...

The Broken Mask of Believers

Posted by parkejladd on Jan 19, 2010 in Featured {Article} | 5 comments

I am unsettled. A certain restlessness stirs in me as I sit drinking hot tea within the confines of my apartment. It’s 3am. I can’t sleep. I’m drowsy but wide awake. I’m ready but unable to move. I’m knowing but not quite enough. I’m energized with nothing to accomplish. It’s quiet but I’m having a hard time listening. I simply...

The American Dream For Breakfast

Posted by parkejladd on Jan 10, 2010 in Featured {Article}, Slider | 6 comments

I’m awake this morning. I’m awake, but as I twist my way out of bed I glance quickly inward and decide to let my soul sleep in. “Take the day off,” I whisper quietly so not to add to the blaring alarm doing its job in the background. The alarm clock is anything but an alarm. It sounds at the same time, on the same days, from the same corner of the same room. Not...