A few years ago I was driving home from a monthly meeting with clergy and ministers at our nearby local Inter-church Council. I was lost in thought until I found myself stuck behind a large, dirty panel truck that seemed to be traveling ten miles an hour. With no safe way to pass, I was stuck in slow-mo. I resigned myself to just roll with it hoping the truck would soon turn off onto another street. It didn’t. Having given up waiting for the truck’s turn signal to flash, I finally looked up and read the back of the truck. In big, bold black letters it read, “Mobile Redemption Center.” I thought, Mobile Redemption Center? And from there my mind took off with possibilities…. Continue reading “Mobile Redemption Center”
The True Meaning of Christmas
When the star in the sky is gone
When the kings and princes are home
When the shepherds are back with their flocks
The work of Christmas begins
To find the lost
To heal the broken
To feed the hungry
To release the prisoners
To bring peace.
– Howard Thurman
I had the poem above almost ready to post, but left to catch up over coffee with a young adult whom I have known since she was in the sixth grade. Kasey brought me up to speed with her college studies and her pay the bills in her near-full time work in retail sales and such. But mostly we talked about her inner passion, her call to ministry, of bringing food, warm clothing and unbridled love to those who lack all three. Continue reading “The True Meaning of Christmas”
Musing the Heavens is a reflection on the shapes that clouds make and what it could mean. Enjoy, and thanks for visiting.
I have the privilege of spending time on the water as the boat steerer (coxswain) for my rowing team. My primary plain of vision, because I’m steering the boat, is water and sky. Water, for the need to see what’s around and ahead as we row and sky for changes in weather. Continue reading “Musing the Heavens”
Wrapping a tidy looking bow around thirty-one years of wonderful work isn’t easy to do. The memories, keepsakes and lives poured onto paper in notes, drawings and artwork, each given as little gifts have stories to tell and are beautiful to hold. And somewhere between packing and feeling I fumble, between what the heart takes and holds and the boxes still waiting.
This week our instructor in our course on Photography as a Spiritual Path, we were asked to reflect on the wonder and wisdom of nature. We were encouraged to worship and meditate first, before taking our cameras out to capture a particular image. But for me, that seldom ever seems to make a difference. In fact, I never do that, actually. So I think that I failed that part of the assignment right out of the gate! Continue reading “Lessons in Sand, Surf, Shadows and Life”