It was the Late Eighties. Those were the days when CDs were new and my collection was highlighted by bands like The Alarm, U2, Big Country -- to name just a few -- and The Call. The guitars ripped, the drums pounded, and the keyboards did that thing keyboards did in the
I stopped by the bookstore this afternoon, after spending the day at a workshop to learn how to use the software supplied by our yearbook company, with the hope that Mary Gordon’s book, Reading Jesus: A Writer's Encounter with the Gospels , had come out in paperback. (These
The lectionary text today was one of Jesus' more difficult parables to understand. Here's what the text and Ginger's sermon took me. “Money Changes Everything” Peace, Milton
At several different junctures in my life, Parker J. Palmer has befriended me and mentored me through his writings (in particular, The Courage to Teach and Let Your Life Speak ). I have never met him, nor have I ever heard him speak, yet I have found a healing resonance in
Ginger had a chance to go to Big Tent Christianity in Raleigh this past week. I didn't get to go, but got to hear some great stuff second hand. Tonight's sonnet comes from some of those gleanings and the question I am left to ponder: what
the dig in the dirt go to bed tired spread out the gravel plant the trees and vegetables days the creak in the knees crust in the knuckles come back in five years to see how it all worked out days the plot the resurrection slam the door open say
I had a church-less weekend since Sunday was my turn to stay at home with Reuben, who is ailing; I planted in the garden and gave the beds a turn While he sat and snored and set the “z”s a-sailing. I was not there to stand in
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The Sunday Sonnet will be a Monday Sonnet because of power issues at the house tonight. I would like to say thanks to Duke Energy for responding so quickly. Peace, Milton
During the middle of my junior year in high school, my family moved to Houston, Texas and I became a student at Westbury High School. I knew no one in the building and began as a new student in January. It was the worst transition of any of the several
In response to today's Gospel reading, Luke 14:1-14. Peace, Milton
The opening line of this poem was the closing line of our call to worship this morning, and it gave me the idea for a rather ambitious poetic undertaking over the next couple of months: the Sunday Sonnets. You might think of it as my attempt to have Shakespeare meet
Since the early days of this blog, I’ve kept a counter to see how many folks clicked in, thanks to Stat Counter. I had not used the service long before I found they also had a map showing me where folks were when they clicked. Almost every week, there