I don’t know what the heck my boss was thinking. He’d do this little nod thing and his eyes would brighten and he’d tell the king where the Syrians would…
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My horse died. One by one my horse friends decided I didn’t make the cut in their busy lives. “I don’t want to have lunch with you,” said one friend….
Earlier in this summer, Peggy, a Facebook acquaintance, noted she was traveling through a town nearby. I piped up, “Why don’t you come and visit?” She’d gone north, heading for…
When we fixed our barn cats, Kevin, my horse vet said that you spend money on those barn cats and they’ll be gone before you know it, but we could…
I don’t think I was honest with you in the last piece about Nebuchadnezzar’s monument that dominated the skyline. I wanted Hannah to refuse to bow to the king’s image…
Hannah I couldn’t keep my eyes off the statue. A giant thing. With jagged pieces. Pure gold. It was huge. A thousand feet tall. A hundred feet wide. Pure gold…
As I promised in the last post here is the following excerpt from my novel The River Caught Sunlight, a passage that came to me like a vision where I…
After church, the news of the attempted assassination of Donald Trump thumping in my heart, I had the opportunity to buy my first icon. The Holy Land Christian Solidarity Cooperative…
I pulled my cart up to the check out. A young man with white pines tattooed on his arm slid my milk, rice crisps, beans, eggs, ninety-nine cent fruit across…
John Muir says, “I’d rather be in the mountains thinking of God than in church thinking about the mountains.” Sure, the earth is full of the glory of God. The…