

Phineas Gage and The Fully Human Jesus
I’ve run out of ideas. I bounce from one notion to another. Maybe, I think, I’ll write a on flowers. But no, that’s dumb, another essay...


Lamentations
I am sitting where hatred and indoctrination rest against each other like two sleepy dogs lying on a sofa. Here, in this no-man’s-land,...


Birds and Turtles and The Garden God Still Walks
The more I think about it, I’m really quite extraordinary. This may seem a radical departure from my regular Ash Wednesday demeanor –...


Vocation and Devotion
The air was far too cold for an April morning. Any right-thinking person would have opened the door, felt the cold, turned around and...


The Anonymous Gardener
Not another springtime meditation! God Almighty, who can bear another word about the smell of soil or the chatter of nesting birds. But...


Bored With Holy Week
I’ve written about some pretty grimy stuff in my blog. Just take a look at the last post where I droned on about my general anxiety...


The Foul Muse of Psalm 42
I stood in the empty parking lot and listened. The wind blew through the trees, birds crowed, leaves rustled over the top of other leaves...


Feed Me, Feed Me
William Blight, who was called Big Willie by his twin sisters Mabel and Maude, approached the pastor and asked if the two could have a...


The Winter Beach
The last day of January, I left the house at 5AM to go photograph the blue moon. I could’ve photographed the same blue moon before bed,...


Tiki's Flu
It started simply enough. I was meeting with four folks, planning a worship service, drinking coffee, and struggling to stay on...