After the Charleston tragedy, I posted this on Facebook: “No words for what happened in Charleston. Just no words...stunning...” I was right in one sense. It was stunning. I wrong about the other part. There are words. There must be words. In Charleston Shooting: Speaking the Unspeakable, Thinking the Unthinkable, Charles P. Pierce challenges us …
Listening to God
Read the post first, then click the image and listen to the song. It will make more sense... Listening to God is a strange idea. Seven billion people on the planet, all of them living and dying with needs, cries, joys, dances, and wars full of cruelties worthy of front page banner headlines. We …
Conversations
I love roaming conversations about real things, deep life, and the questions that linger in the hidden places. When friends, new and old, offer up their treasured thoughts in a conversation, listening becomes an artful experience, punctuated by moments of shared understanding, common sighs, and inspiration. It’s been a week of multiple conversations like this …
New Seasons, Letting Go, and Coffee
New beginnings are full of promise, but I’ve had enough of them to know that a promising feeling is a guarantor of nothing. It’s a new season in my life, one whose boundaries have something to do with a self-imposed sabbatical from church life, a brief stint of anti-depressants, a sickness in the middle of …
For Harold: A Tetrameter Tribute
Here's a recording of FOR HAROLD, a tetrameter piece of poetry I did for my dear friend Harold Lipford when I found about his passing. The text is below. Words can't do it, but this will be my contribution. For those of you who don't know, Harold presided over my marriage to Anjie almost 34 …