Monthly Archives: September 2015

I name names this morning: Al Day. Mary Robertson. James Thayer. That happens when I “sense” my thinking will morph into doing. Each of them. Without exception. Has had a hand in making me a better writer…and with that, hoping … Continue reading →

I hear it. Even less, I sense it. How limited people are. How they feel their lives…add up to less and less. Reminds me of the bear who was kept in a 10×10 cage for years. Was released and never … Continue reading →

They didn’t sneak up on me. It wasn’t a sucker punch. It was there. I had been searching for some cogent understanding of what awaits the new day. Specifically. My new day. Had shared with friends a somewhat cavalier, maybe … Continue reading →

Never thought of this before. For a bride walking down the aisle at her wedding, accompanied not by her father, because he has died. What can make that walk of incredible value? Am certain Fashion Police will look at the … Continue reading →

Couldn’t figure out why. Nothing was clear…glasses or not. Then. Last night I saw the linked u-tube of a news program with Mark Shields and David Brooks. Down deep not men of bias. Down deep never surface-y. Down deep men … Continue reading →

Of various dynamics in ministry—okay, in life itself—the most important is to “be there” with others. Not for speeches, not for slamming a pulpit or pointing a finger. Simply to “be there.” Fred Trost, my mentor and dearest clergy colleague—taught … Continue reading →

Said of Yogi Berra by Don Mattingly, a former teammate and currently coach of the Los Angeles Dodgers: “Yogi was the best person ever. God had him in mind in the first Creation. What a human’s supposed to be like.” … Continue reading →

Ah, in a way “it’s over for Yogi.” And. Yet it’s not. He died last night at 90. Never really over, though, the squatty catcher brought life and the game of baseball—more the former than the latter—such joy. Over the … Continue reading →

Words that matter: Gratitude: perhaps more important and more neglected. For whatever reason I get an emotional rash when people presume you will help them…and you do…and they say nothing. Worst when it happens with your closest friends. Gratitude should … Continue reading →

Am not sure why this experience popped this morning. Which does not make a case the “whyness” must appear. When I got to seminary I was assigned two spots. The first was, and the Field Work Director indicated it was … Continue reading →