Sometimes, Super Hero's are not in the spotlight. We can pass them on the street and not notice them in a crowd. We lost a superhero today. One who fueled dreams and inspired thousands to dare to put on the cape and fly. To fight injustice. To be more than society said they were. Kids… Continue reading When a Super Hero Dies.
I have a little statue that sits on my desk. I think the artist called it a gargoyle but he seems more like a troll to me. He is a rather sad looking individual. The artist, K. Findling, really captured the brooding simmering anger all locked up in sadness. To be rude online while… Continue reading My Inner Troll
I was reading in the book of Mark the parable of the sower who sowed seed. Among the 4 conditions Jesus used to illustrate the heart of man, the thorny ground is what caught my attention. In chapter 4:18,19 Jesus says, "and these are they which are sown among thorns; such as hear the word,… Continue reading Living among thorns
Today is the fall equinox. When the day and night are for the most part, equal. 12 hours of daytime and 12 hours of nighttime. It's such a nice picture of balance with half the Earth dark and half light with a line going north to south. We like balance, because, well, it's so balanced.… Continue reading The unbalanced God
Today is Yom Kippur. The day of sacrifice. Day of Atonement. I have noticed that I often feel the urge to put the word 'happy' in front of any holiday listed on the calendar. It just makes this day seem trivial if I say "Happy Yom Kippur." Like it is sacrilegious. However, as I reflect… Continue reading The Price is paid
It's 2:30 AM and pain has made sleep difficult. I have nerve pain in my feet and hands. Some days are worse than others. I take my pain meds and wait for them to kick in. At times like this, I end up praying more. I figure God is awake too so I talk to… Continue reading An extra serving of grace
It is hard to remember the war. I don't see the blood sweat and tears from my comrades. My brothers in arms. I know they are wounded and weary. I am wounded and weary. Living on the battlefield should be a constant reminder that I am in a war. I still forget. I forget where… Continue reading Offensive Strategy