Tag: swimming

His Own Lane Six World

  The air is drenched with odors of chlorine and perspiration, seasoned with a tang of Sharpie marker. One such marker shuffles across the back of a cherub-faced girl two bleacher rows below me. The girl’s mother watches the scoreboard clock with one eye while minding her own […]

The Holy Now

Here’s an idea that ought to twist your brain into a pretzel: in science, the present does not exist. When I first learned this, my first thought was of Charles Dickens. If he’d understood the only identifiable aspects of time are Past and Future, would he have cut […]

Surprising God?

Do you suppose it’s possible to surprise God? I don’t mean in the way of sneaking up on him unexpectedly, or like everybody in the world might pile into a banquet room at the Outback Steakhouse and shout “Merry Christmas” as an unsuspecting God walks in – “Gee, […]