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...

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...

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 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,...

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

Let’s get straight to it. Winter sucks. No one much likes winter except hibernating bears, sweater knitting cranks, and ski-sloping...

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...

“Why do we people in church seem like cheerful, brainless tourist on a packaged tour of the absolutes?” asked Annie Dillard. It’s a...