December 10, 2018

“The Art of I Don’t Know” I read about a lady who said, “I didn’t know.” She’s now dead to many people. Love wrapped around expectations can send people to hell if you’re not careful. Why can’t we say, “I don’t know,” and still go to heaven? How in the hell do those people know anyway? Read more

December 9, 2018

I was a shy kid, and spent most of the time outside playing by myself or reading books, like the Encyclopedia Britannica. I didn’t have many friends because I was introverted and unsure of myself. When I had friends, something would happen which made the relationship complicated and then broken. This would cause me to retreat into my introverted-self and avoid the world. By doing this, I missed out on having deep and rich relationships, and my worldview became limited to… Read more

December 5, 2018

Since the Apostles’ Creed is all the rage on the internet today, I’d like to share with you my experience with it, and why I believe every Christian should say the Apostles’ Creed. I am not trying to add to the controversy and my intention is not to be mean-spirited. I must confess the Apostle’s Creed is new to me and I am not an authority on it. Here is the Apostles’ Creed just in case you aren’t familiar with it: THE… Read more

December 2, 2018

 It was a bitter cold mid-December morning. The tension was thick. I took my time doing last-minute checks on the luggage bag strapped to the top of our SUV. All seven of us: my wife, three kids and two dogs gathered in front of our house, we said our goodbyes to the place we called home for the past five years. Once in our vehicle, the heaviness lingered in silence for a few minutes as we sat in our Ford… Read more

November 30, 2018

Poem: “Purifying the House of Man” At its healthiest the earth was a garden; a garden full of life and peace. Every display of beauty was at its finest. Colors so vivid and deep the eye became overwhelmed with imagination. Streams teemed with all types of fish, Rainbow Trout, the various Sunfishes and Minnows to name a few. Varieties of Avian: The Cooper’s Hawk, European Sparrow, Eagles and blackbirds filled the sky with their brothers and sisters. The Grizzly played with… Read more

November 28, 2018

Poem: “When Gladness is Choked Dry” What’s wrong with showing charity to others in order to get charity back from God. They tell me to show kindness out of the gladness of my heart, but I have no more gladness there. It’s been choked dry by all my failures. It takes all that I got just to take a breath of air in this moment. Read more

November 19, 2018

Poem: “Broken Roads” There are many broken roads in this world. I’ve been down a few. Names like Desperate and Lonely and Rage and Lust and Envy. Every one of them crisscrossing in the neighborhood of my heart. Mercy found me shackled by my failures. She told me to keep my eyes on the celestial horizon, the boundary between earth and heaven. She whispered, “Look there, and you’ll find the stairway to your redemption.” And I did. God is not… Read more

November 18, 2018

Deep in each of us is a hunger for eternity. Some people give into it and devour much of it until they’re consumed by its reality. Others taste eternity with the tip of their tongue, but never feast at its table. They miss out on having their hunger sated with eternity. When I’m walking through the forest and see the leaves shimmering in the canopy or when I’m sitting on a dune and hear the ocean waves crashing onto the… Read more

November 15, 2018

Poem: “Eucharist” We come around a table lean-to. Some people with smiles and yet others with sullen brows. We’re surrounded by family and friends, our community. Words are spoken; reminders of deeds done and actions yet fulfilled. A thanksgiving shared from the body: a piece of bread and a cup of the vine, a broken body and poured out blood. Agreement to a shared new bond between creator and creation. A celebration of all things being made new and of… Read more

November 13, 2018

I have great respect and love for nature and the outdoors. I was born and raised in Northern California. When I lived in Santa Rosa, I didn’t give a second thought to driving to Bodega Bay, the Russian River or taking a saunter in Jack London State Park, and then driving to the Sierras the next day. Mountain biking, hiking, or backpacking was a part of my life—the wilderness has always been a place of refuge and healing for me…. Read more

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