Sitting on the back deck, on the western side of the house, and the sun is just touching the tips of my neighbor's trees. The stillness intimates the coming day's heat. A few moments ago, a small bird sat on a branch just off to my left and sang me a couple of songs as …
To Write for God
Thomas Merton said (and I'm paraphrasing without my source in front of me) to write for yourself is in the end, sickening. To write for others is more noble, but the only way to speak to many, truthfully and well, is to write for God. There's lots to write about. Man of La Mancha opens …
A Few New Words, Trusting More Will Come
A good friend told me she'd come to my blog for her monthly fix of whatever I was mulling over, and as it turns over, there was no evidence of any mulling. Nothing. Nada. No writing for the past month. "What's up?" she said. Well, much has been up, but and much has been mulled, …
Connections
This has tremendous implications for any organization out trying to do good in the world. (Not to mention weight gain and loss.) Part of me wants to say, "Duh," but on the other hand, there is something profound about the way the material is presented. My favorite metaphor is the graphite vs. diamond illustration. It's …
Light, Visual Life, and The Hopper
Yesterday I led worship in A Cappella, then preached both services, and went home and crashed, as wiped out as I’ve been in a long time. Sick for most of the week, I propped up on the coach and through one lazy eye managed to watch a few more episodes of the first season of …
JEFF BERRYMAN 