Last night, I had very little left in the tank. The past few weeks have brought unique challenges and responsibilities that left me weary. As I started thinking about my column for this week, I realized how much time I’ve spent writing about when my children were small. But what…
In the Twinkling of an Eye
— Joe MacDonald
Rev. Dr. Joe K. MacDonald is a pastor in the New Mexico Annual Conference of the United Methodist Church. He and his wife, Cazandra, live in Belen, New Mexico, along with their youngest son, Caeleb, and two fur babies, Laggie and Hildie. Both of Joe’s sons (the oldest is Julian) have severe hemophilia A, factor VIII deficiency. Julian was diagnosed in 1996 and Caeleb in 2006. Joe serves on the Board of the Sangre de Oro Chapter of the National Hemophilia Foundation. Joe’s goal is to help his sons and others in the community use their voices to help improve the quality of life for those with bleeding disorders.
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Second in a series. Read part one. Both of my sons were diagnosed with severe hemophilia A a few days after they were born. But that’s where their similarities end. As I shared last week, things went smoothly after we switched to a more flexible way of caring…
I’m a big fan of the stage version of “Wicked.” In the opening of the second act, Glinda (the “Good”) is standing in front of the citizens of Oz, sharing her delight in being center stage. She expresses her humblest gratitutions (you’ll understand why I’m using that strange…
The added expenses of a bleeding disorder — beyond medical costs — are rarely discussed in our community. Yes, I’m talking about the dreaded M-word, which can evoke many negative emotions. Money affects every part of our lives, and for some of us, our relationship with it results in feelings…
As my family started contemplating the people and routines we’ll leave behind in our upcoming job change and move, my thoughts turned to one routine in particular: For over 12 years, I’ve visited my therapist regularly. Her support was a beacon of hope in some of the darkest times;…
When our oldest son, Julian, was about 6 years old, the hemophilia treatment center (HTC) in Houston invited my wife, Cazandra, and me to participate in a program that changed our lives. It was called Parents Empowering Parents, better known as PEP in the bleeding disorders community. Created by social…
I’m a pastor in the United Methodist Church, where the one constant we share is change. In our denomination, pastors serve on an itinerant system, which means that the cabinet (the bishop plus the district superintendents) chooses which pastors will serve in different locations. As a result, I’ll…
On Monday, my youngest son, Caeleb, will begin his second semester as a freshman at the University of New Mexico. Last night he asked me if I had a few minutes to talk. I might not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but when my 18-year-old asks outright for…
Many of us resume our schedules after the holidays, when we start a new year. We recommit ourselves to following a health plan or finding ways to let go of past hurts. Just to be clear, I didn’t say New Year’s resolutions. When we decide to redirect unhealthy behavior and…
In winter, when the trees no longer hold their leaves, and the cold and shorter days can make us feel like something has been lost, we can find in the peculiar evergreens a contrast to all those feelings of hopelessness. There is life still growing amid all that lifeless darkness,…
As I write this column, it’s my 32nd wedding anniversary. I met my wife, Cazandra, when we were in college. At first, we didn’t get along because we’re pretty different people: She’s an introvert while I feed off other people’s energy. College friends continue to ask us if we’re…
For many years, my wife, Cazandra, played in the orchestra at Houston’s First Baptist Church in Texas. Her musical ability was second to none. I loved hearing the passages she played as she soared up to beautiful high notes with phrasing that made my heart melt. We had a…
Earlier this week, my youngest son, Caeleb, and I parked my car and walked to the financial aid office at the University of New Mexico, where he’s a freshman. As we walked, we talked about him registering for the spring semester. He expressed concern that he wouldn’t get into the…
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