Monthly Archives: November 2015

Jesus…Beard Or Not

No headlines. But. Came to me this morning…when something happens [actually in a moment two things] it is worth everything. Back story is when serving Lakewood United Church of Christ in suburban Denver, circa 1973-80, actually it was 1976 now … Continue reading

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Hurry Up And Wait

Life has its incentives. Look at the market-place…some of the “hurry up and get with it” notes: “Hurry. Supplies limited.” “Hurry. Sales end in a week.” “Last time for best prices.” “Best buy ever…as supplies last.” “Free apple pies…December 2-5.” … Continue reading

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Living Between Memory and Hope

Special moments bring most if not all of life together. The picture [below] was taken on Sunday, November 22, 2015, Soldier Field, Chicago, Illinois. Some backstory. My first-born son, Matthew, was born at Passavant Hospital in Chicago on October 24, … Continue reading

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When Life Isn’t Smooth–The Message of a T-Shirt

Life, no matter our will, our wish or our experience. Is never smooth. That doesn’t mean each day is filled with bumps and onerous twists of the next step. It does mean, though, that it is most apt in describing … Continue reading

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What Causes the Bombing…and The Strafing of Lives?

I have referenced David Brooks before, an affirmation of his compelling book, “The Road to Character.” Emphasis to the point to encourage multiple readers…and yes, more than even…especially clergy. This past week, Brooks, op-ed writer for the New York Times, … Continue reading

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Vanport Flood…The Rest of the Story

My curiosity took me to this historical accounting of the Vanport flood in Portland, Oregon in 1948. The accounting has removed my lofty boat cruising around houses never to be lived in again. Reality is more important, musings of an … Continue reading

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Coping With Floods and War

I can remember the day…maybe not the year or precise month and day—but still I remember. It had a name. The Vanport Flood. Happened in 1947 I believe. Relatives at least the same age or older than I can fasten … Continue reading

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