Ash Wednesday showed up early for me this year because I was given the chance, thanks to my friends Lori and Terry, to hear Garrison Keillor tell stories. Though I have listened to him on the radio for thirty years, I’ve never heard him live. Monday, he showed up
This poem is in response to Random Acts of Poetry over at The High Calling. word play Peace, Milton
My students are embarking on an annual journey at our school we call the Academic Exposition, or Expo, which is a big research paper and presentation. We take a day at school for everyone to show their stuff and all the parents come to see what their children have learned.
This morning, in preparation for our church's participation in the Durham CROP Walk (feel free to make a donation here), we watched a short film from Church World Service about women in Kenya who spent eleven hours of everyday walking to find water until CWS was able to
The Durham Bulls put out an open call for anyone who wanted to audition to sing the National Anthem to show up at the ball park last Saturday and take their best shot. I got there about thirty minutes before auditions were to begin, only to find I was sixty-eighth
The lectionary is still camped out in the Sermon on the Mount. Today's passage was Matthew 6:24-34, best known for Jesus saying we cannot serve two masters and that the lilies of the field know how to trust better than we do. Ginger and I had good
we may hold these truths to be self-evident life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness however even truths have their limits when we wrote those words we were young and isolated and thinking mostly of ourselves now, we are older and established and powerful and something has been lost in
Whether it's Gadhafi or Guantanamo, torture is wrong. Thanks to Amy Laura Hall to organizing an event that gets us talking about it out loud. Come to Durham and join the conversation, please. Peace, Milton
I am still unaccustomed to the spring sun shining down in February after so many years of snow on snow, nor have I grown to grasp what is already growing in our yard: gentle shoots of promise, tree buds of tenacity, but I do know enough to dig and clear,
I preached this morning, using part of the same passage Ginger preached from last week. (The sermon is in the previous post.) A sermon and a sonnet in the same day is hard work. Peace, Milton
“What Love Looks Like” Matthew 5:38-48 A Sermon for Pilgrim United Church of Christ by Milton Brasher-Cunningham February 20, 2011 In these weeks leading up to Lent, we have been traveling through the Sermon on the Mount, as it has been called down through Christian history. Early in Jesus’
“Where do allergies go when it’s after the showand they want to find something to eat?”-- Paul Simon, “Allergies” Peace, Milton