I was thinking the other day, as I read about another woke person getting trapped in her wokeness and being fileted by the people she was trying to impress, just how familiar that seemed. I was raised in a traditional Christian home, a fundamentalist Baptist home. I do not regret that one bit. On that…
The worst Thanksgiving prayer
Did you ever see a Thanksgiving social media prayer that looked like a brag montage? They are just so thankful that they are so wonderful and blessed with such skills, beauty, and excellence. It’s basically a (somewhat) subtler version of the NFL’s notorious Terrell Owens’ declaration, “I love me some me!”
The screaming of the crickets
A couple of weeks ago, my ear started ringing or whistling or screaming. I have struggled to describe it perfectly. It is a constant high-pitched sound that never ceases. The best description I can come up with is this: It sounds like a screaming, pissed-off cricket is trapped under my eardrum.
Living dogs and dead lions: where there is hope there is life
“3This is the tragedy of everything that happens under the sun: Everyone shares the same destiny. Moreover, the hearts of mortals are full of evil. Madness is in their hearts while they are still alive. After that, they join the dead. 4But all who are among the living have hope, because a living dog is…
What Time is it? No, wait. What IS Time?
“What is time?Friend… Or Foe?Teacher… Or Tyrant?Ally… Or Adversary?Blessing… Or Curse?Beginning… Or end? Yes. Yes, it is. ” — The JourneyMan, 12/31/2020 Nothing brings to mind the meaning and passing of time quite like the flipping of the calendar. When a new year dawns, I feel mortal and hopeful. I feel the blinding rush of…
The victory march (it isn’t what you think!)
Hallelujah! The first time I heard this Leonard Cohen song, I could not quit hitting the replay button. There was something so powerful, so haunting in its lyrics and melody. Some of its more memorable lines etched themselves into my very soul… Love is not a victory march It’s a cold, and it’s a broken…
Clockmaker
Some believe in yesterday The carefree days of youth Age and trouble miles away And every dream and hope is truth Some believe in tomorrow A flower in the seeds they’ve sown Untouched by pain or grief or sorrow Blessings bloom in troubles they’ve known Some believe in today They live in this very minute…