Monthly Archives: April 2017

“The land doesn’t belong to the people. The people belong to the land. The people are to be stewards of the land.” An ancient belief. I don’t begin with the land and that affirmation. Although when I think of our … Continue reading →

It’s hardly ever a decision. Of course, some dire situations result when a decision’s made that breathing’s not the best option. That’s dire and impacting in ways we never anticipate. Yet, for the most part, and I guess I’m becoming … Continue reading →

Ever thought you’d be a star? Maybe not a big star [like Hollywood or Hall of Fame in sports or even, sigh, politics?] Still. A star? I approached that once. Yep, when I signed up to be a “senior minister … Continue reading →

If humility fades some, I fancy myself as a wordsmith. Without blink or pause. Learned that in 8th grade when our class was told, “Learn words; your future will open up more than you’d ever expect.” Of course that comes … Continue reading →

Taken flight lately? Reducing the options, strike off the list, booze, drugs and fashioning your next blame subject. Well, not totally the latter. Because. Because I want to talk about flying in an airplane. Remember your first plane ride? Mine … Continue reading →

Started my morning with Faith choosing to not participate. Didn’t realize this had later meaning. So, Copper and Caleb and I began our morning jaunt. Went well, mainly because the less than cooperative neighbor didn’t show. Tried to explain to … Continue reading →

Never a voted best notion. Still, if I had to choose between the two. I’d choose to officiate at a funeral and not a wedding. That doesn’t mean I’m against weddings…or marriage. Although, as someone who’s been through divorce, I … Continue reading →

I’m trying. And, perhaps, to some, very trying…not as affirmation but as complaint. These days, perhaps because the “strifeness” of life comes with every newscast, many if not all houses, whether or not they are white, I struggle. And, though, … Continue reading →

Zorba. Anthony Quinn gave me a new focus upon life. In the film, “Zorba,” he had this gift to dance. Not as arrogance or denial of reality. Rather, he would dance in a coffin to say that death, although a … Continue reading →

My German speaking is less than impressive. Not less than nothing, but closer to nothing than impressive. However, I can offer this, which occurs to me this morning, “Gott ist mit uns.” Today is Easter Monday. Years—make that decades ago—the … Continue reading →