Oh Sweetheart, I missed it last night. I missed having my whole body touching yours and it let me know how happy I am in your embrace. You feel so good when you’re close to me and I feel so alive I could stay forever. We join our voices too – mine was falsetto last time out but we’ll fix that 🙂 – your voice seems to express what your eyes are saying, “I want you, I long to love... Read more

I loved talking to you late last night through the wonders of the electronic highway. It reminded me of how steady and alive I feel in your presence. You are an astonishingly beautiful woman. What makes you so? You’re pretty to be sure – a knock out really, but I think it is the heart that looks out to see where it can love the best. Oh my God. I’m crazy about you and as each of the months pass... Read more

I’m writing this with Christians of a liberal bent in mind, though evangelicals are welcome to take a peak :-). Like most of us I want to defy labels, but for the purposes of this post let’s say that I’m not just liberal, I’m ridiculously liberal. I mention it because the author of the book, Karen Mason,  is decidedly not. Read the book anyway. It’s true that when you pick it up and browse through it you’ll catch discussions about... Read more

My goodness how can one woman capture so much of my love for so much of my life? I’ve got it; I know why it is. It is because you have always been charming – even when you were little, really. I can remember it. No but that’s not it – at least not all of it. I know, it’s because you’ve always been incredibly kind. That’s getting closer to the mark. You are the veritable personification of hospitality in... Read more

Used to be, a young pastor graduated from Seminary, went to work for a guy like Michael Foss for a few years, then took a call at a small church somewhere. That’s not how it works anymore, which is why the Church needs books like this one from Pastor Mike as his parishioners call him. Pastor Mike offers a clear perspective on the challenging task of ministry in a healthy, mainline, Protestant congregation, the kind of perspective you can only... Read more

I love you, or at least I try to love you. Sometimes it’s hard but let me not dwell on that this evening. (I saw a production of Romeo and Juliet a night or two ago.) You’re gorgeous, you really are. Your whole life you’d wanted nothing more than to live a life that matters. People say it’s because you have a big ego that needs to be fed, but I don’t think that’s it – at least not all... Read more

I miss you Eric. Your friend Simko, (and he is such a good friend to you), told me you died last night and I feel now like something beautiful is missing from the world. I don’t mean something pretty you understand, but then you’d know that. I mean something real and alive. Baldwin said it’s what comes from “dealing with the roar rising from the void and imposing order on it as it hit the air.” That’s what’s missing. You... Read more

I love you. I’ve been trying to figure it out; is it the love of a fan? I don’t know, I think it’s got to be more than that. I mean I love Bruce, or Joni and Jarrett knocks me out. I’ll sit and listen to them for hours and hours. But with you the quality of connection is different. It’s because when you play the guitar every ounce of creative love you can draw upon comes gushing out. You... Read more

My friend Marc challenged me to write 90 love letters in 90 days as a spiritual exercise. “Our love lists are too short,” he says. He’s right. Declaring our love opens the heart and allows God, who is love, to erupt out of our lives. It’s time I wrote one to you. I love you. That’s a start. And when I say that I don’t mean that I have some gushy feeling that makes me feel good, (though at those... Read more

I saw you last night. We were supposed to be having a serious, productive conversation and of course we did, but for those first few minutes I just couldn’t get out of my head how gorgeously, heart stoppingly wonderful it is just to be with you – whatever the reason. It makes my heart dance.  You can tell I’m just wild about you because I had to make up a new word to describe it. And now it’s like that... Read more