The Gardener and the Seed – A Poem. “I am the true vine, and my Father is the gardener.” (John 15:1) gardener leans into his pure ancient seed the ground is now ready, the time has now come father has spoken and son has agreed the emptying motion has truly begun he drops the …
Sanctimony – A Poem. Truths unkind, ill-timed, Well-clothed lie, Deceit cloaked in light. Mercies false-hearted, sharp-darted, Sugar-spotted blight, Betrothed to hate. Virtues honor-staked, muscle-ached, Grimy travel down, Dutied goodness to a fault. Virgins puffed-up, fool enough, Earns the whoring crown, Wormed garden walled. Angels self-lighted, well-sighted, Vainly flutter at the Gate, …
Jesus and His Victory Tour After the Resurrection, it seems that Jesus could have hired a good PR agent. He didn’t exactly capitalize on His victory over death. Evidently, PR was the last thing on His mind. If I was Him, and I just dance out of the tomb, I would have made a bee-line …
Goofy Dad Stories (10) – Food Blunders Note to Parents: Choose your battles wisely when raising your kids. Discover what is worth taking a stand, and let the rest go. Especially when it comes to food. Mealtime can be a battleground, and a parent has to think hard… Do I really want to wage this …
Goofy Dad Stories (9) – Splinters I Have Known While working through graduate school at Michigan State, I enjoyed a variety of jobs… liquor store manager at Sav-On Drugs, painter of apartments with the Christian Brothers Painting Company, gas station attendant at a Shell station, and a lineman for the Michigan Bell Telephone Company. While being …
Goofy Dad Stories (8) – Adventures in Golf I have a somewhat spotty history with golf. I did not enjoy the game in the least. It’s too infuriating, tedious, expensive, and not even close to fun. My golfing highlights would include: The Golf Bag – I had a good friend in Texas who loved to …
Goofy Dad Stories (7) – The Cursed Car Top Carrier It all started with a family vacation, driving from Northern Virginia to Rockford, Illinois. We packed our car top carrier full of suitcases, loaded up the station wagon, and the six of us headed for the Great Midwest. I bungee’d that carrier to the roof …