Monthly Archives: August 2014

She is not Josh Groban. But, the voice…the sparkle…the beauty…and the truth sings. This beautiful young girl is six years old. I am sure you have heard, “You Raise Me Up” before, sung with power and a depth of inspiration … Continue reading →

He was dead before he hit the floor. Faster than snapping a finger…or even catching him to soften the fall. Yes, dead is dead is dead. But. Ullmann was my best friend. He was in Chicago, our family in Lakewood, … Continue reading →

Ah, we finally progressed from e-mails to a telephone conversation. Have mentioned, somewhat recently, that Slim Randles and I have struck upon gold—or maybe oil—or maybe simply good thoughts and common ground. Slim writes for about 1,000 newspapers[okay something less … Continue reading →

I never get tired of saying this: may your gratitude ALWAYS trump your presumptions. Truth blunt, the people for whom I have the least regard are the ones who personify and spread ingratitude. I know something about unrequited love. Yet … Continue reading →

I heard in a broadcast highlight of the National Football League’s Hall of Fame evening, one of the honoree’s said the goal of life is to “Die empty.” That means a lot to me, suggesting we are to give our … Continue reading →

The title is clear: Zoe. The Two-Year-Old Preacher Goes like this: Zoe does not like to sleep. The crafty schemer she is, Zoe deploys multiple strategies with one purpose…to keep awake. One night recently, as her father was trying his … Continue reading →

It’s hard to preach a biblical story that parishioners know better than well. You kind readers know it no less…Jesus walking on water from Matthew 14:22-33. In fact, tempting—almost tempting to the point of doing it—this is a passage when … Continue reading →

Friendship. Cannot quote the source [for some reason the name Stevenson comes to mind] but I remember this about friendship: “Friendship is a gift we give ourselves.” This morning I read a quote from Jim Gentil’s e-mail link that brought … Continue reading →

The sermon-cutting-heap on the floor isn’t worthless. Guess that’s how it is…when preparing a sermon, so much more to say, but the clock is the referee. So, not all is said. Some is cut out, scattered on the floor. But … Continue reading →