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 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
Sunday Tide I linger and hope in anticipation That someone will stop and see me, know me. I go in, I go out, with the Sunday Tide. I know, I know, this ebb and flow that pulls me and lulls me. Showing the highs and lows of my faith, Rocking safe, in a shallow… Continue reading The Migration of Souls
On Christmas day I went to see the new Star Wars movie and must confess that I found it entertaining. Afterwards, my son and I engaged in "cinema sin" conversation as we took the movie apart and pointed out flaws, or, "sins" in the production. Like having Princess Leia flying in space like Peter Pan when she… Continue reading I Confess
Did you feel it? That miraculous moment. The infinitesimal pause when the whole Earth came to an end of tilting away from the sun. At 8:28 this morning the darkness began to recede like a cosmic tide. These last 6 months as the tide of shorter days crept upon us many terrible things happened in… Continue reading When darkness flees.
When I was in third grade my mother was killed. That one act of violence changed my life. My sister and brother and I soon crammed into an old station wagon with a father I hardly knew, heading off on a 5-day journey up the Alaskan-Canadian highway. I don't remember much of that trip other than… Continue reading Under an empty sky
Here's a snippet of my first book Calling all Zombies. Chapter one Jacob pressed the phone to his ear, straining to hear the soft voice begging him to keep her secret. “Please, Jake. I have to go but promise you won't tell. Promise you'll keep quiet. I won't do it again. I… Continue reading A small serving of Zombie