I felt a loneliness as the hired hand assigned to perform a touching ceremony for someone I didn't know.
The Simple Care of Feet
I massage the top, the heel, the sole, and the toes, and feel the tension leave, first the foot, then the ankles, then ebb from rest of the body.
I Only Work On Sundays
I wrote this to describe the first two hours of a weekday back when I was a pastor.
New Job, New Blog
I have a new blog and a new job as a massage therapist. If you're interested, check me out at Mercer Massage.
When No One Remembers
At the end of my life, when I can no longer stand and speak, will anyone remember me?
Can Less Be More?
I’m not tough anymore. Okay, I was never tough. But I am less tough than I used to be. I can’t push past my limits anymore. If I get tired, I have to rest. I have to measure out my strength and energy. Even if I try to ignore the fatigue, it’s not like I … Continue reading Can Less Be More?
A 97-Year-Old’s Baptism
Washing away this man's sins would not be so easy.
The New Guitar
I’ve been looking for a new guitar for quite a while, not wanting to spend a lot of money but feeling picky because I didn’t think I could adequately replace my old guitar. I tried some used ones I found online, but I didn’t care for them. And I went to many guitar stores, but … Continue reading The New Guitar
Remembering the Melodies
The old hymns come back to me in the early hours.
Hair Tells a Story
I remember a woman who suddenly hacked off most of her long hair, leaving it ragged and unattractive. I found out she was dealing with memories of molestation that had been triggered recently, and part of her response was to change her appearance, starting with her hair.
Deep Calls 