Monday, April 24, 2017


He sat in a cafe in the land of supermodel people and good bread. The old man had lived many years and then a few more and knew many words, some now forgotten and relearned a hundred times. But his thoughts and words these days were only ordinary and precise, lacking in all flamboyance and grandeur. He said only what he said and nothing more. 

This is a hidden place. It is Heaven on Earth, or looks like it. The sun shines and the buildings stand and nothing shakes the ground or disturbs the quiet. But he could see what would wreck havoc if it could. All around him shadows stood and moved, curled and menaced, though they could not touch the inhabitants. 

He could see prayers, many laid here over the years, some yesterday, some a thousand years before, all entwined, dancing like wiry ballerinas who are stronger than they seem. He watched the prayers and he watched the shadows move out of their way, all the while looking for a way in. The prayers gave none, only continued dancing, moving, taking new ground. And the people walked. Here and there. Up quaint stone stairs, over bridges, home, with no hint that they saw the protection wrapped around them or the shadows or anything but the sunshine above and the world as open to them as the ocean and the clouds and the sky.

Thursday, April 6, 2017


"But immediately Jesus spoke to them, 
"Take heart; it is I. Do not be afraid.”

Matthew 14:27

Sunday, March 26, 2017

You Can Live

...most of them said, “He is dead.” 
But Jesus took him by the hand and lifted him up, and he arose.”

Mark 9:26-27

Monday, March 20, 2017

At the Well Again

There was a Tweet on the 17th by an author I had not heard of before. Nadia Bolz-Weber. A quick search of her reveals she loves the unloved and cares a great deal about people. 

Here's what she wrote:

Nadia Bolz-Weber @Sarcasticluther
We all come back from the grocery store to the sight of Jesus just chatting it up at the well with Steve Bannon. Jesus is the worst.

I have to say, this made my heart glow. She got a lot of responses. Most I loved. Some didn't get it. I do. I so get it.

Sunday, March 12, 2017

Mark 4:40

And he said unto them, 
Why are ye so fearful? 
how is it that ye have no faith?

Thursday, March 9, 2017

Monday, March 6, 2017

One Question

Do you know?

One question is all that matters. All the others are white noise. They have answers that last a moment, but not much longer.

Do you know Jesus? It's the most important question.

What else would you ask me? I have a million thoughts and opinions and not one of them will take the darkness from your heart or the despair from your soul.

What really matters? What lasts forever?

John 3:16-For God so loved you.

Sunday, February 19, 2017

The First Lady's Prayer

Melania recited the Lord's prayer yesterday at a Trump rally. To me, it was an unexpected moment, something we don't always see at political events these days. It brought a smile to my face. I appreciated that she did that. It meant a lot to me.

Friday, February 10, 2017


Jesus said to her, “Everyone who drinks of this water 
will be thirsty again, but whoever drinks of the water 
that I will give him will never be thirsty again.”

John 4:13-14

Monday, January 30, 2017


An army of women brandishing words of encouragement and beauty surrounds my Internet experience and swipes away the deluge of today's news. 

Who builds an army like this? 

It is made up of housewives and homeschoolers, doctors and nurses and teachers, writers, drifters, poets, and shooters of photos of tea cosies in San Francisco. They gather together with stories. Just stories, of ordinary lives that are extraordinary, told in words spilled on a page to challenge perspective and understanding. They defy definition, this army, because they do not destroy or conquer or take over with fear. They simply rest in front of a screen for a few minutes in their busy day to type out a thought or two, and with that, change the world. So, thank you, army, for coming to my rescue.