Deep Darkness
Nightmares begone! Today is the First Sunday of Advent. There’s a light up ahead. No more darkness. No more...
Nightmares begone! Today is the First Sunday of Advent. There’s a light up ahead. No more darkness. No more...
I read the news this Tuesday past. A young man was found dead in the trunk of his car—shot by...
Last Wednesday I watched the impeachment hearing wall to wall. I didn’t mean to, but I did. I meant to...
I go to yoga the way a lot of people go to church. Which is to say, occasionally. And that...
My former church found itself a new pastor. Last Sunday was her First. There will never be another First Sunday....
Last week during a round of decluttering I took the lid off a large box. It had sat unopened for...
My four-year-old grandson Wyatt turns five next week. I’m pretty sure that means no more blogging about him unless I...
That’s funny. It wouldn’t be funny if it were Buddha, Moses, Muhammad, or Bob shaving. JESUS SAVES. JESUS SHAVES. Funny!...
Last Sunday I officiated a wedding at the Audubon Woodend Sanctuary in Chevy Chase. Beautiful bride. Handsome groom. Beaming parents....
To everything there is a season. A time to be born and a time to die. Rita died on Monday....
Thanks to Old Scratch I’ll be posting a reflection on something I find remarkable in and around our world most every Sunday morning.
Read more about the devil’s role in my life in “This Little Light of Mine” under Let Love Arise in the menu bar.

I reached a personal milestone yesterday. Alas, there were no fireworks and no parades.

Soccer is a beautiful game, my sons told me years ago. I couldn’t see what they saw, but I’m beginning to.

I'm a soccer fan but not a fanatic. Alas, the game releases the inner barbarian.

Today is my birthday. I was born in 1947. Let's hear if for the boomers!
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