The eyes of an audience mean more to me than their words. At last night's talkback after Man of La Mancha, there were audience members who were meaningfully lost in the experience of the play, eyes a bit misty. The "magic" of the play was working on them; you could see it. Simple delight was …
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 …
Words at 51
My throat's a little scratchy. I refuse to give the sensation a name (like "cold"), seeing as any malady seems completely inappropriate on a birthday. But on this May 4, Nashville is under water, people mourning everything from the loss of homes to the hit to tourism, but more importantly, mourning several older residents of …
A Few Photos
I've been wandering around a bit with the camera again. I'm not sure if I'm procrastinating some other things I need to do, or if I'm using the photography to stimulate creativity or brood over ideas still cooking. Either way, I thought I'd share a few... Someday I'll think of something to do with all …
“Transformation is Possible”
My coaching assignment from three weeks ago was to reflect on what I'd like people to say about me when I die. My report on that reflection is due today, and frankly, though I've put a good bit of time into thinking about it, I don't have it done. It's a funny question, more troublesome …
JEFF BERRYMAN 