I know each of us is a messy conglomerate of our genetics and the family and culture that surrounds us.  At times it seems almost like a script to simply be acted out—a destiny.  It is really that set?  All I know is, when someone says “you are deep” as I look from that depth, some days it’s a blessing, others, a curse.  I’d even use the word ‘gift’ to describe it,

The decision was made before we showed up and as a result, they chose to stop their financial support.  Dan was a very good speaker and I trusted him to do a good job, which he did, but minds were closed.  

Until I come to realize all understanding will always be incomplete.  Sadly, this realization, although driven home with age, doesn’t get any easier.  We get weary.  Gee Abram, I’m feeling your pain.  

Sound echoed in there big time.  If a kid got in trouble during the service and was carried out screaming “don’t spank me! Don’t spank me!” the screams echoed right on into the foyer.  The sanctuary doors were like saloon doors (another memory from all the westerns watched as a kid). There would be a BOOM! as the parent hit one of the doors sending it swinging with the one hand they had free, the other dragging the screaming kid.  

Then there was my first private practice office on Crestmoor Road in Green Hills also on the third floor. The elevator in that building was the original prototype—ancient and small. When I worked late and was the last one to leave the building I said a prayer when I stepped in the elevator

Mr. Tubulari was off competing in some grueling athletic event over Christmas—actually a pentathlon of the harshest-possible wintertime activities; a “winterthon,”, Mr. Tubulari had called it.  Dan Needham hated made-up words

Reality is, humanity had not dealt with a pandemic like this in over 100 years.  And yes, along the way, we often felt like we were flying by the seat of our pants—and were.  If you’re honest you’ve done it yourself too often to lie about it. 

The month of January is always a tough one. I know it is for others too. We are past all the pomp, color and craziness of the holidays. Winter tightens her grip for the next several weeks. Then, when you do as I did, start New Year’s Day with COVID…whatever strain that might be, it’s a whole new January bummer.

I am thinking like Eluard, that there are realms of being that we are in simultaneously…now. What we’ve heard about heaven out there is really more ‘in there’. The kingdom is within we are told. This idea offers an explanation of angels and clouds of witnesses who are close, not far.

There is so much in life, in the world right now that separates us—to rip us apart. The pandemic has driven our isolation to even greater degrees.

We’ll practice the Eucharist, anoint with oil and do baptisms but taking off our shoes and socks has gone by the wayside. Even for those of us who claim Christianity, having had our Creator God demonstrate foot washing to us shortly before he died saying, do this for one another—it still did not take with us.

It wasn’t until we made it to 2021 that I personally with hindsight recognized or admitted that I was depressed last year like nearly two-thirds of us. Choosing to move into retirement the same month COVID hit helped to shove me into my melancholia

I’m a guy with a mind that wanders…and wonders about stuff. I wonder about all the back stories not written down in scripture. There is way more we don’t know than what we do know—and even what we know is from the writers and many ‘editors’ perspectives, cultures and paradigms.

As young men few of us really realize the vacuum that these father issues leave in our lives.  I suspect that the father hunger (and who of us has had perfect fathers) is intrinsically a part of what creates our longing for God. 

Going east over the big pond you tell yourself you need to sleep.  Good luck.  We'd bought fancy neck pillows...looks like a neck brace...to keep your head up, from falling forward.  Works so, so. This time we found a homeopathic remedy at REI to ward off jet lag..

I got to thinking about BBQ this morning—yes, I probably would eat it for breakfast. I’ve always said that if you slapped some barbecue sauce on it, I’d take a bite of it! (Might be a bit slower to do so these days)

The truth is, there are different realities, different ways of seeing things. Our situation with mom is a microcosm of the world we’re all living in right now. Fed by conspiracy theories and false dogmas, there are many out there living in a different reality than others of us.

When the Bible is used abusively to bludgeon ourselves or others with fear, hate mongering and shame, it has to be addressed and even removed for a season.

Providence and the connections with people over our lifetimes always amazes me.  Were it not for that summer in Iowa and sitting at the Ulmet’s dinner table, I would never have known Linda Snelling Brown.  

I love how life weaves such strings of connection…to design a fabric we never would have dreamed of. 

some sins that were worse, darker than others. You’ve heard of the 'white lie’—not so bad, or the 'hot sins’—those being the sexual ones, the really bad ones. With all the ‘larger’ congregants and materialists around, you knew that gluttony, envy and covetousness weren’t all that bad.