What if

What if we suddenly saw the world with God’s eyes? What if the reality of good and evil exploded into our consciousness in a blinding flash of inspiration? What if this happened right in the...

Goodbye, Iron Giant

Before you read this you should read "Trinket Transformation." Saturday before last, I found a little boy under my table eating M&Ms. He was clearly eyeing my Iron Giant Action Figure. "Go ahead, you can play...

You Ain’t Jesus, Preacher, Part One: The Tower of Babel

Everyone has identity issues now and again. Maybe you don’t know who you are or don’t like who you think you might be. Maybe you’re a little too close to your mother, or maybe...

Trinket Transformation

I got to design my own office when we built our church four years ago. It's a 10' by 10' room with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves all around, a large window and a recessed area for...

You Ain’t Jesus, Preacher Part Two: Losing The Language of Love

Note: Click here to read part one of this story. This is the story of how ministers find out they’re not Jesus. This is the story of hitting bottom. You start figuring out you’re not Jesus...

Mitty

Being the last gasps of my dying competitive spirit Twenty-five miles in and there’s a rabbit up ahead. Some young guy with baggy shorts and a bike he got for Christmas. Look at him adjusting his...

Rising up to cold space?

Wednesday, March 14th. The 22nd day of Lent. I suppose there are numerous ways this could play itself out, but the point is that you and I cannot know what realities exist beyond our feeble...

We may have to burn it down

So this is something I'm mulling over: Religion is far too dangerous a thing to be offered cheaply to the masses. It's clear to anyone with any level of education about myth, archetype, and the human...

Nobody

Four years ago I was somebody. I made a lot of words in those days. I was a word maker. Talking talking talking talking. Writing writing writing writing writing. Talking and writing. In my...

Elegy for Grandmother

Her body was ancient when this age began. And before her embodiment she was whispered from one savage ear to the next. She has suckled countless human generations, her stories the first they heard...