It’s been written that the Great One Jesus would often withdraw to desolate places and pray. That sort of behavior appears odd in the light of our modern world, doesn’t it? I used to read those passages about Jesus praying and feel inadequate, because so often I’ve tended […]
Recently, I’ve been contemplating distraction. I think it’s become more difficult than ever to prioritize anything, to sift through what’s important to focus on right now versus what can be put off, or what may never need our attention at all. I wonder how many car wrecks occur […]
I’m going to share some fairly controversial opinions about the Bible later in this post. For those with a healthy blood-lust for controversy, be patient; I have some prefacing to do before I begin picking that yet-to-scab wound that was reopened when Michael Gungor had the unholy audacity […]
I believe there is no better mixture of sensations available to the human soul, than that which is provided by a Summer night sky. Often, I feel as though the whole of life on this World is set to take from me. There are remedies for this; certainly […]
A couple years ago, I realized that I am disturbed by broken things. The revelation came as I recounted the tale of some broken Christmas ornaments to a professional set of ears I’d been paying to listen to me. The tale started with some poorly chosen screws, some […]
I merely saw her lips move. So frail was she – so frail and low to the ground – that it took some movement on her part to fall into my peripheral sight. Thanks to the wonder of noise-canceling technology, I did not hear her approach, and the […]
The following is a work of fiction. We’d been dating for three months when Carla broke up with me. This is confusing to describe, because I’m saying we broke up, though we never technically said, to each other or to others, that we were dating in the first […]
The following is a work of fiction. Frankie used to refer to the Shady Acres as The Short Timers club. Each person there was not far from a game-ending heart attack or stroke. Frankie had developed an uncanny ability to foresee who was on the verge. Or maybe […]
The following is a work of fiction My first kiss with Carla happened at the State Fair. The whole thing looked like something a guy might plan ahead to do, just so he’d have a moving story to tell his kids someday, maybe even his grandkids. “We were […]
The following is a work of fiction. I only once saw Frankie emotionally shaken, and it didn’t alter my respect for him; in fact, it reinforced it. We got to talking about a friend of his he’d lost during the war. The guy’s name was Joe Stern, a […]
