Packing

Church again this morning. Quiet, reverent, deeply spiritual for me. I’m not sure why my spirit seems to connect so profoundly with the quiet places and times. I get home from church today and turn on the TV, just in time to see the show on channel 604.  “Big” church, as we used to call …

Childhood Amnesia

What’s your earliest childhood memory? We’ve all been asked. Most of the time when I hear someone ask this question, it’s followed by a few seconds of mental fidgeting before they will provide some kind of nondescript response that may or may not be a conglomeration of two or three early memories that have somehow …

A Thought on Prayer

The past two months have been like a blurry bad-dream.  Like the morning after a profound whiskey drunk when only half is remembered and that half is foggy and only in echoes. Out of focus snapshots of places, people and conversations. I can’t say that all of the past two months have been bad. In …