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...
Winter Sucks
Let’s get straight to it. Winter sucks. No one much likes winter except hibernating bears, sweater knitting cranks, and ski-sloping...
The Oracle on The Ohio
The wind lashed against the banks of the Ohio River with a sharp, unforgiving cold. The sun was out, and I was bundled in at least three...
Bricked In Butterflies
“Why do we people in church seem like cheerful, brainless tourist on a packaged tour of the absolutes?” asked Annie Dillard. It’s a...
The Foyer of Inevitable
I had emptied my suitcase, washed my clothes, and in less than 12 hours of coming home from an eight-state tour of the South, I was...