Milton Brasher-Cunningham

the friendly skies

When I was a kid, I loved to fly. Heck, for most of my life that’s been true. There’s always been a certain romance to getting on a plane and crossing a continent or an ocean in a matter of hours. When we lived in Zambia, we used

hello in there

For the first time in about four months, I have four days off in a row. I’m flying to Birmingham tomorrow to meet Ginger and hang out with my in-laws and go to a family reunion (well, at least part of the family – Ginger’s cousins are all

riding a metaphor

I was heading to church tonight for the "Affluenza" class when I hit a big rock or piece of curb stone or something along the edge of the road in the town center. I f elt it. My right front tire sort of skipped. I kept going. About

some dreams do

I brushed up against a dream today but nothing happened.No, that's not true. About three weeks ago, the manager at the Inn asked me to make a proposal to run the Bakery, which could be a really cool breakfast and lunch coffee house kind of place. I

the eye of the storm

One of the first scripture verses I learned was, “I was glad when they said unto me, ‘Let us go into the house of the Lord.’” Actually, it was a song we sang in Sunday School or VBS – that detail I don’t recall. The verse came back to me

affluenza

For the month of November, Ginger and I are writing down everything we spend so we can get a good picture of where our money goes. (All of a sudden, all I can hear in my head is Robert Palmer singing, “She’s so fine, there’s no telling where

I sing a song of the saints

One of the first churches I remember going to regularly was the Argyle Road Baptist Church in Lusaka, Zambia. We went there while my parents were in language school before we began going to the predominantly African churches. The church was a British Baptist Church, which was different from Southern

back in our old haunt

When Ginger and I first moved to Massachusetts in 1990, we settled in Charlestown, one of the neighborhoods of Boston and home to the USS Constitution and the Bunker Hill Monument. We lived first in a small apartment on Pleasant Street, in the shadow of the Monument, and then in

songs to learn and sing

Sleep came before words last night. They aren't coming so easily this morning either, so I'll pass along some words and music that have been collecting in my mental jukebox recently. Thanks to John Brashier for pointing me to the new John Mellencamp song, "Our

darkness and light

I begin with thanks to Mark Heybo for pointing me to some of Frederick Buechner’s words: The world floods in on all of us. The world can be kind and it can be cruel. It can be beatiful and it can be appalling. It can give us good reason

this is the way the world ends

I was almost a teenager when Planet of the Apes hit the theaters in 1968. The film was a futuristic cautionary tale of what we were in for if we kept living like we were living, ending with a shocking image of the Statue of Liberty buried up to her

I say I want a revolution

I discovered a new website today in a rather circuitous way. Quotidian Grace was kind enough to comment on my post about Zambia yesterday, so I clicked over to find out what she has been talking about. Scolling down over the past few days, I read about the theme for