Monthly Archives: January 2020

I have a “sense of the academic” that leads to Mother Teresa. One of my best teachers is Doug Meeks. Doug was my Doctor of Minister professor at Eden Theological Seminary in the 80’s. For you wise-people-chirpers that’s 1980’s and … Continue reading →

Not one of us…nary a one…when we die, will have no regrets. The challenge, though, is not to let the regrets win, let alone prevail. I share this blog with Shaq commenting upon the impact of Kobe’s death. It impacted … Continue reading →

Today. A morning, giving effort for it not to be a mourning. I looked at this picture…gifted by a friend. I looked and looked again. Then it hit me. Okay, maybe a Rorschach for each of us, but let me … Continue reading →

I want to talk about being an athlete. Not as fans see me. Not as opponents see me. But, as I see me. The tragic death of Kobe Bryant, his daughter Gigi and the seven others has taken me to … Continue reading →

It is Monday morning, the sun’s going to show up shortly. My Amigos await the moment, a treasure to each of us when a walk is more than one step following the other. It is a morning when I grieve … Continue reading →

Life, even more than ever, as I breathe upon the dawn of an 8th decade of casting, brings friendship to the centering of my heart. For many reasons. But, most of all, to learn from my friends. For they never … Continue reading →

I’ve met a very special family—we attend the 8 a.m. worship service. Christy has gifted me a key-ring with pictures of my 3 Amigos…and Calvin, one of their sons, gifted me a shopping bag with the title, SALMON SLAYER. And … Continue reading →

A task—for everyone I know, including myself, is not to ponder, let alone speak or walk—as if we are more important than God. Yes, that is verity. But, how often we lack the resolve and actual posturing to live with … Continue reading →

About four years ago…was in Seattle to preach and fish. Hard to do one without the other. Stayed at a favorite hotel. Went to the breakfast dining area. A lady sat, holding a spoon, movement not happening. Simply said, “Hello.” … Continue reading →

Zorba has Greek ancestry. To me, though, the more personal reality is he’s become such a treasured friend, who “just happens” to be a fishing guide. Publicly he’s Christos Vertopoulos. To me? Always, “Zorba.” This morning he knew exactly where … Continue reading →