Category Archives: outside
whether or not you have ever dared to pray
maybe the light at the end of the tunnel is really a lamp lit in the window. seems the largest part of my life is a grasping, a strangling, trying to make a good thing and hold on to it … Continue reading
writing lonely stories
writing is ministering, pastoring, chaplaincy. i come to you and trace my scars with a fingertip. i show you the map of me and at the same time you see that i’m healed up now, that i’m still here, that … Continue reading
a fairytale they say
the snow started coming down and eleanor wanted to build a snowman with her dad. she waited patiently. she let her wishes be known. she left the request on her father’s ear. we were busy. abe had a dance on … Continue reading
ascending at your friend’s house
before jesus ascended into heaven, he took a walk. he led his followers to bethany on the eastern slope of the mount of olives, a sabbath day’s journey, about a half mile. he blessed them, lifted his hands and bye. … Continue reading
the stories we tell
i ended up outside. sometimes early january is friendly to outside morning dwellers. this happens very rarely in michigan. i still almost don’t believe it. the water was still and the city was so quiet. i had to take a … Continue reading
october reminds me of summer
the summer was good. yes, i’m still thinking about summer. i still am processing that it’s over. we looked out the windows this morning and frost was holding fast to the top of the car, to the clover on the … Continue reading
jordan almonds and jesus christ
i’ve been thinking about jordan almonds lately. and how the weakest among us take the brunt of our anger. and how jesus is both. he’s the jordan almonds and the weakest among us. it was my dad’s cousin’s wedding where … Continue reading
failing at jesus stuff
she told me their church had split and that people were saying terrible things about them. i nodded my head and listened. silent, i nodded. churches are trouble, i thought. churches are the problem. they’re so messy, i thought. and … Continue reading
kicking through the ladybugs
our first day in ohio hundreds of ladybugs swarmed the front porch. they landed on each ledge and all five metal chairs. they swung on the porch swing. and then they died. i crunched out onto the porch to be … Continue reading
i don’t know if there are harps in heaven
when winter was done, truly over, i noticed that i had an odd reaction to the signs of summer. every budding summer tree made me see autumn. after freezing pipes and days we couldn’t step out the front door, the … Continue reading
