On Sunday afternoon, Ardelle and I packed up the Subaru and headed west for a few days away. Our itinerary is to read, write, fish, eat, walk, rinse, and repeat through Thursday. So, after a few hours of reading Monday morning, I headed down to the Little Red River with my favorite fly rod.
‘As Jesus walked by the Sea of Galilee, he saw two brothers, Simon, who is called Peter, and Andrew his brother, casting a net into the sea – for they were fishermen.’ – Matthew 4:18
My Dad was a fisherman. Fishing was not just a hobby for him, it was his pathway to solace, fulfillment, and
It was a 10-hour car ride to reach our vacation destination, and I was going through some habitual motion of my pre-pandemic self: searching for the local Episcopal church to attend. I reached the website on my phone, and here was the notice about online Sunday services, yes, the various ways I could spend more time at these accursed
Sometimes, in our reflective hours, Missy says, “Just think. When we get through this pandemic, we’ll have stories to tell about living through such times.” I’m guessing she plays in her head the stories from our grandparents about the olden days, the amazing tales of grasshopper plagues and bathtub gin, of the first circus to ever arrive at Quenemo,
“We are members of one another.” – Ephesians 4:25
When forming an opinion on whatever happens to be the issue of the day, I must confess that often my first thought is: “How does this affect me?” For instance, when looking at the current issue of the day – if, when, and how to reopen schools
“God did not become a movement, a concept, an ideal, or even a committee, but a man of flesh and bone with a parentage, friends, a language, a country, a home. He inhabited not just a time but places, streets, rooms, countrysides, and by his presence in the flesh he changed them all.”
– Aidan Kavanagh, Elements of Rite
“Love your neighbor as yourself.” – Mark 12:31
One of the traditions I experienced for many years in the Baptist church was Wednesday Night Prayer Meeting. After a gigantic potluck meal of “cooked to death” Southern meats and vegetables and every conceivable casserole known (and some unknown) to humanity, each starting with “a stick of butter,”
Last week, we celebrated the Supreme Court’s decision concerning protections for LGBT workers. This decision was personal, but not because I will receive any protection — churches, as you know, have our own metrics which are rightly independent of the state. It was personal because the issue of protections for
This morning, as I sat down to write this post, the microwave stopped working. When I say I know just enough about household wiring to be dangerous, that’s not an idiom. It’s a blunt statement of fact. But I still tried to track down the problem. I checked the breakers, and they were fine.