I wrote this to describe the first two hours of a weekday back when I was a pastor.
I Only Work On Sundays
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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.
One Massage at a Time
I figured I would coast into retirement within the next few years. But no. My inner self became restless and rebelled at the thought of sitting out the last years of my life. So, I decided to become a massage therapist.
Rudeness Amidst the Holiday Cheer
How appropriate would it be for me to shout in the marketplace that there is no god and Christianity is based on a contrived mythology that continues to evolve into conflicting views? Would that be rude?
Deep Calls 