Okay, here's a heady entry. Let's just say it's needed at this moment. Personally, the deepest injury postmodernism inflicts on the unsuspecting is the severing of the basic trust between the mind and the self. What I mean is simple: if we are locked inside our own perspective, our own cultural influences, and we can't …
Alternate Tunings
Yesterday morning, I woke up just before 5:00 a.m. and since it was my day off, I was a bit frustrated because I could have used that extra hour of sleep. Sunday had been an enormous day at church, 15 hours worth, and though I was fine to get up early enough to Anjie to …
My Kid Could Paint That II
The Wednesday Night Film Fest at my house watched My Kid Could Paint That last night. I blogged about the film last week, so I won't cover old ground, but the story follows the meteoric rise of Marla Olmstead's art career. Marla is four-years-old at the time of the making of the film, so the …
Death and a Milkshake
One of the women at the Northwest Church is dying. She's had brain cancer for quite awhile, and for a long time, I've been meaning to get over to her house and visit, and for a long time, I haven't done it. Finally, yesterday, I took the time to go sit with her for awhile. …
Days Off
The truth is, they're difficult for me just now. A restlessness sets in as I try to stop the train of thought-life that's all about tasks and goals and what needs to be done next. As I settle in to read or pray or perhaps play guitar or make a piece of art, a feeling …
JEFF BERRYMAN 