With only a few sermons under his belt, he really didn’t know how to preach. When he stood to speak that morning, pages of notes lay on the podium, along with his red-letter edition Bible. The small church building was still pretty but the long-time members were battered by years thad had made them old … Continue reading The Boy Becomes a Preacher
Barry and Me
At this stage in my life, I’ve had to let some things go. Strength ebbs, friends and enemies move on or die off. Wisdom may abound, but the brain cells do not flow as easily, and neither do my words. They’re still there. It just takes a little more digging, hemming, and hawing. I’ve … Continue reading Barry and Me
Carrying Other People’s Grief
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
