Old Letters
Last week during a round of decluttering I took the lid off a large box. It had sat unopened for...
Cowshit
My four-year-old grandson Wyatt turns five next week. I’m pretty sure that means no more blogging about him unless I...
Jesus Shaves
That’s funny. It wouldn’t be funny if it were Buddha, Moses, Muhammad, or Bob shaving. JESUS SAVES. JESUS SHAVES. Funny!...
Is Marriage Hazardous?
Last Sunday I officiated a wedding at the Audubon Woodend Sanctuary in Chevy Chase. Beautiful bride. Handsome groom. Beaming parents....
Rita
To everything there is a season. A time to be born and a time to die. Rita died on Monday....
Mending Creation
I took a walk in the woods over an unkempt path. I carelessly crashed through a spider’s web. YIKES! I brushed...
Apocalypse
My young friend is creating a new world in southern West Virginia. I’m not sure he would put it that...
Kill Me a Son
A friend asked me to explain what Jesus meant by this: Unless you hate your father, mother, brothers, sisters, wife...
Off the Beaten Path
My old friend moved away. He didn’t want to but he had to, he said. He’d lost the ranch along...
Swimming with the Sharks
My young friend is drowning. He can’t keep his head above water. Now he’s under. Now he’s up. I would...
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MUSIC AT A FUNERAL
Remember the 1983 movie The Big Chill?
THE DIVINE RIGHT OF KINGS
I saw Charles III crowned in Westminster Abbey. I expected Monty Python to save the day. No such luck.
(AND A) TIME TO BE SILENT
I looked in and around my world for something to occupy my mind, something remarkable. I found nothing, except this.
SCARIER THAN THE GRIM REAPER
The Grim Reaper was not by my bedside. Something scarier was.