marking time
Yesterday this blog turned five years old -- and my MacBook started acting up, which made it difficult to write. Such is life. Thanks for being a part of the conversation. Peace, Milton
Milton Brasher-Cunningham
advent journal: god's punctuation
I was in the self-checkout line at Kroger this afternoon, about six people deep, when the guy in front of me started talking. He was twenty-two, I’m guessing, a good four inches taller than me, and in a Kroger uniform. He had one Christmas card in his
advent journal: the enveloping air
During our quick trip to New York this week, we spent the better part of one afternoon in the Metropolitan Museum of Art losing all sense of direction and finding bits of wonder, love, and praise in many of the paintings, photographs, and sculptures that inhabit the place. Eventually, we
advent journal: who I saw today
Here’s Who I Saw Today: a high school friend who met me for breakfast and a walk around Midtown Manhatthan; the man who drove the shuttle to JFK fighting through traffic and still had energy to smile; the TSA identification checker who never changed his facial expression as he
advent journal: evening walk
we were walking back to our hotel as the moon was climbing the ladder of night above us we were walking down the avenue against the current of tourists and taxis leaning into the wind we were walking away from the show we had come to see full of the
advent journal: connect the dots
On this Solstice night, we are chasing daylight in New York City. I surprised Ginger with a trip to see one of her all-time favorite things, now on Broadway: Pee Wee’s Playhouse. There are days to write and reflect and there are days to bask in the sheer
advent journal: tomorrow
Tomorrow I get to show the person I love most how much I love her how much I get her with a surprise that has her name written all over it I wonder if this is a hint of what God felt like on Christmas Eve. Peace, Milton
advent journal: the connection was broken
My friend David died a year ago today. I wished I could have talked to him about the repeal of DADT and the failure of the DREAM Act and his daughter's graduation and what he was doing for Christmas and what music he had been listening to and
advent journal: day of service
we made a deposit at our local food bank 524 pounds of groceries math doesn’t do much for poetry, but here are the numbers: they need 112,329 pounds of food everyday – every day we had eight ninth grade boys who unloaded the truck and then stood on the
advent journal: getting to the story
“History is written by the winners.” So wrote one of my students in a list of ten quotes that were meaningful to him that I had asked him and his class to find and explain. His take on the quote was: “If you win, you get to be important.” Perhaps.
advent journal: wishing for a sing-a-long
I've been staring at the screen for a couple of hours now. I had a couple of ideas I was chasing, but my mind kept coming back to the sadness that has marked my day because it was one year ago today that I got the call that
advent journal: get yourself awed
300,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 No, that’s not my salary offer to pitch next year, nor is it the number of Cheetos I have consumed in my life time. 300 sextillion is the latest estimate of the number of stars in the universe, which is three