In the middle of these dog days of summer, several tunes have found their way to me and are worth passing along. Let's start off with a little blues: Eric Bibb singing "Don't Let Nobody Drag Your Spirits Down." Thanks to my friends at
This has been a weekend steeped in stories. Saturday night Ginger and I participated in the Inaugural Triangle Red Sox Nation Whiffle Ball Homerun Derby, which was a fundraiser for the Jimmy Fund, one of the Red Sox primary charities. I took my swings, hit four homers, won two pounds
what were intended to be days have become weeks – six, in fact and these last few days of my summer find me trying to finish the deck instead of other august projects and, of course, I never intended to catch and cut my finger on the protruding nail, or sweat
while he is disappearing we find ourselves under the same roof unpacking boxes understanding we have changed the trajectory of all our lives while he is sitting we push ourselves to make him safe and comfortable without knowing what he sees or what he thinks behind the blankness while he
This post finds me in Birmingham packing up my in-laws to come and live with us in Durham. Though I am quite experienced at losing cities, Ginger and her folks have deep roots here in Birmingham, so this week will be as full of grief as it is possibilities.
I heard someone use those two words just last week – I can’t remember who – but they came back this morning as I stepped out of my little hilltop cabin at camp under a cloudy canopy of attention I had yet to speak yet the conversation had already begun in
It seems this blog has become unintentionally sporadic. I have things I want to say that I have not had time to put on paper; I also have thoughts and feelings I need to sort out a bit before they are loosed on the world. In the greater scope of
By the time I got to worship yesterday morning, I had already run a couple of errands, made sure the DVR was recording the World Cup match, made plans to spend part of the afternoon at the Food Truck Fiesta at the Durham Farmers’ Market Pavilion, and sketched out a
Ginger and I are spending the week at the Southwest Baptist Youth Camp, which is a collection of liberal Baptist churches (that's actually not an oxymoron in their case), and we are getting to meet lots of new faces and see some old and dear friends. I am
I've turned in my grades and have some time before our final faculty meeting, so here are some of my favorite songs of summer. To start us off, the Cars sing a song that always takes me back to youth camp. On to the Sundays singing, "It&
Do you remember the grade when we built volcanoes -- hollow towers of papier-mâché, and the incendiary mix of vinegar and baking powder that spewed over the sides? It was about the same time our sorrow began to stack up: the strata of struggle and shame solidifying into a debilitating
One of the many things my wife does well is preach. I look forward to Sundays to hear her offering (no, I don’t get a sneak preview, as a rule) because she listens hard to both God and the world around her before she starts talking. And our world