The Risky Business of being a Rock Star Pastor

I’ve written in many places about the life-long friendship I enjoyed with the pastor of my youth. Pastor Smitty was dear to me in that way that pastors can be to heart-sick children. He really was a good Shepherd. Kind and gentle. Slow to speak — those who knew him and Miz Betty best would [Read More…]

Humongous Fungus: Good Friday Reflections

The Blues. That’s what the locals around these parts call the mountains, out yonder a ways, where the wheat fields end and the forest begins. Up there, deep in the thick of things, the honey mushroom thrives. Pretty little things, aren’t they? Golden pancakes for forest creatures. Or so it may seem to the unsuspecting [Read More…]