Early into the pandemic, I lost my brother to covid. Larry was a diabetic and had lost his foot to the disease, so his diabetes was advanced. His covid expressed itself as a simple runny nose for just over three… Continue Reading
1 “a man of Ethiopia,“ -Ethiopia a massive nation that extended from below Egypt across the African continent. -The Greeks and Romans considered it the farthest end of the world. -As a black man., unmistakably not one of the chosen… Continue Reading
At two, Renee was still attached to her pacifier. It was either in her mouth or in her hand, being very much her primary security blanket (though there was also a bedraggled blankie in tow or in sight.). If she… Continue Reading
“Wherefore, my beloved, as ye have always obeyed, not as in my presence only, but now much more in my absence, work out your own salvation with fear and trembling. For it is God which worketh in you both to… Continue Reading
You were soft against my face in the still, humid afternoon that was the last September we would share. As though we had forever, we carelessly lie on a couch with flocking long worn smooth by the frequent partaking of… Continue Reading
With my ear pressed to the door, I hear Him saying. “Fear not.” Fear not? Oh, my Lord! With tears falling I prayed, “say that again for me?” And He does, slowly, over and over, adding finally, “Be strong and… Continue Reading
Some thoughts I shared on Facebook over the past six months, starting with the most recent. I was very much encouraged. Check out your own history, it might happily surprise you, too. “Every place that the sole of your foot… Continue Reading
When I was a kid I had an Oldsmobile 88, a big car that held eight easily for drives out to Chestnut Ridge Park. Beer, football, flirting. On the way home, late at night, we would stop out in the… Continue Reading
Friends visited. We had conversations. God’s presence. Here are things laid on my heart. Being LED by God. Scripture did not exist in the abundance it does today from the church’s first days until the printing press, fourteen hundred years… Continue Reading
I was raised Roman Catholic and “communion” was “holy.” More than once in the first decade of being a Christian I was overwhelmed at how fully we could participate in this now commemoration, then sacred sacrament. It was in bible school,… Continue Reading