What makes art, art?

What makes art, art? worship, worship? beauty, beauty? is not of it but of us.

The human chain of life

I had a dream, under a cloud be-speckled blue sky that we all joined hands with our nearby neighbors, to the right and to the left, whose opinions, possibly, probably, almost certainly, differ from our own. Me with thee and thee with thou until we reached the end of the lane, the boundaries of the […]

You are of inestimable value

Tip-toeing along the forested trail with an early morning group of birders, I marveled at a ray of sun peeking through the canopy and illuminating the brush below. Binoculars at the ready, our small band had stopped to look and listen for the sounds of the small creatures around us. I became instantly aware of […]

The day God danced, too

There must be extra joy in heaven when a life in rain and clouds finds the the first sunshine of a new day.

Hold that finish!

“Behind every good _____, there’s a good ________,” they say. But I say, after every good stroke, there is a good follow through. After every good kick, after every good serve, after every good swing, after every good putt, after every good throw, there is a good follow through. It’s not an accident that a […]

When the storm brings rain

We had a much-needed rain last night. Though the arrogant lightning flashed boldly in my window making it hard to fall asleep, when I heard the droplets pelting against my window pane I knew that thirsty Mother Earth would be glad for a drink. In the morning, the soaking had left a smile on the […]

Can I tell you a secret?

“Can I tell you a secret?” I whispered to the little boy. The very little boy who told me he was two as he climbed across the table after dumping the entire contents of the bag of blocks onto the floor after emptying the cart full of plastic food into the plastic sink and trying […]

A Physical Education

Active living isn’t just good for us; it’s God for us. A single daily dose and we become participants in our own re-creation!

Stay in the presence of God

I love the way you worship, I told him. Because I did. I enjoyed the freedom he had to raise his hands shout his praise demonstrate his love of God Almighty. I get embarrassed, I told him. Because I do. I worry about what others might think if they saw me with raised hands speaking […]