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...

I saw Jesus outside of Rosario’s and he looked just like Bruce Willis

Jeanene and I were sitting in Rosario’s a few weeks ago on First Friday. That’s a street festival held in Southtown San Antonio the first Friday of each month. Artsy. Lots of hipsters. Very cool....

Dream Journal: “My Sins and Jesus”

While my father was in seminary he was the pastor of New York Baptist Church, which is a country church near New York, Texas. Recently I dreamed that I was going back to New...

An Uncomfortable Silence

Not everything I write for the High Calling is appropriate for the Squid. But I think maybe this piece is. In a documentary I recently saw, an Inuit child was happily romping around inside her...

Reunion

Hello dear one. Yes it's me. It HAS been a long time. Yes. I haven't been anywhere, really. Just away. I DO love you. I do. No. No. Maybe. I don't know. Well, that's the $100,000 question, isn't it? Trust me. You'll be the first...

Goodbye Bobbie

She looks good in her American casket, I think, when I pay my respects. It's luxurious, like an RV. I find myself liking the way its big frame holds her tiny body. She lost...