A Lament for the American Church

Their words ring out from their inlaid plinths, Rising up with urgent power, A cry escapes their lips, Words spill forth from their tongues, But all is emptiness.   Each man wants his ears tickled with promises, Each woman desires to hear ease. Nothing which requires detachment from their culture, Will be tolerated by their…

Centrifugal Souls

In the past couple of years, I have to admit that I have only partially been paying attention to politics and societal “problems.”  So much of the conversation that surrounds it is so disingenuous and vapid, that any attention paid seems like a waste of time to me.  There’s nothing foundational ever considered and so…

A Road to Madness

(Photo courtesy of Jeremy Perkins at unsplash.com) The other day I went to the park with my two little kids and they both found ways to amuse themselves by spinning around. This brought to mind how much I loved spinning rides as a child. Just like my kids, if given the opportunity, I’d stay on…

In A Mystical Moment

I always see television shows portray family trips as horrendous forays the wrong way across the river Styx.  The dad is always intent on driving as many miles a day as possible, refusing to stop for any reason other than fuel.  The mom is always lecturing the rest of the family about togetherness and/or descending…