Milton Brasher-Cunningham

lenten journal: kony 2012

I don't want you to read today. Watch instead. Then do something: Kony 2012. Peace, Milton

lenten journal: what's new?

Twice, today, I got to feel like a teacher. My school is understaffed, which means I teach a couple of courses out of my area. OK, out of the six classes I teach (out of six periods of the day), four of them are not English. My schedule, this term,

lenten journal: antonyms

One of the joys of teaching English is vocabulary study. Every week or two, I turn the page to a new list of words for my students – expunge, bequeath, cogent, supercilious – and then put them through the paces of the exercises that come in their books hoping that a few

lenten journal: when it don't come easy

Our former foster daughter came to Durham this weekend because she is hurting and needed to be cared for. The only words I can find tonight belong to Patty Griffin and her song, “When It Don’t Come Easy” because it is such a tangible description of what love is:

lenten journal: chapter

saturday night at ben and jerry’s they were the only ones in the place beside the two behind the counter they could be identified by the flavors they had ordered: peanut and banana greek yogurt new york super fudge chunk chocolate with sprinkles jimmy fallon’s late night snack

lenten journal: the question is . . .

My little school is imploding. I have much the same feeling as I did when I worked in my first restaurant which was a small tea house owned by a woman who had always wanted to own a restaurant, so she found an empty space, took out a second mortgage,

lenten journal: second sleep

This is the first day this week I have not had to go to the computer store to work a shift after my day at school. This is also the morning I got up earlier than usual (4:30) to take Ginger to the airport to go help out a

lenten journal: jesus in 3/4 time

One of the classes I’m teaching this semester is European History. How that came about is a story of its own that is still unfolding, but it’s also a story for another night. When they asked (and by asked I mean told) me I was teaching the class,

lenten journal: borrowed words

Tonight, I am keeping my discipline with the help of an old friend whom I know only through his words. Still, he is one I turn to on nights like this when I can't find words of my own. These are words I have come  to before. Join

lenten journal: drawn in

I don’t remember how old I was, but I was young enough that my dad was able to beat my brother and me to the punch. “Boys,” he said with that this-is-how-it’s-going-to-be-don’t-even-think-about-it tone in his voice,

lenten journal: "you are the light of the world"

Ginger preached from the lectionary passage this morning. Here's what I brought home. “you are the light of the world” Peace, Milton

lenten journal: connection

Then he returned to his disciples and found them sleeping.  “Couldn’t you men keep watch with me for one hour?” he asked Peter.(Matt. 26:40) connection driving home from work tonight I saw the moon – or at least all it was willing to show tonight arriving late as