... because the past walks with us in the present in more ways than we know. ~ Brian McLaren      I feel I've had more than en...

  Thou has made us for thyself, O Lord, and our heart is restless until it finds its rest in thee. Augustine of Hippo           ...

Listen Jacob. Listen Israel—I'm the one who named you! Isaiah 48: 12, The Message  What's in a Name? I confess a secret relief when ...

Set up signposts to mark your trip home. Get a good map. Study the road conditions. The road out is the road back. Come back, dear virgin I...

“Once the soul awakens ... you are inflamed with a special longing that will never again let you linger in the lowlands of complacency an...

Would you like fries with that? (Yes)  Would you like to supersize that?  (No, well yes) Taste and see that the Lord is good. Psal...

I don't know when it began, or what to do with all of them. The notebooks, the journals of all sizes and shapes—many of them still ...

A Broken Hallelujah broken adjective 2. reduced to fragments; fragmented. 3. ruptured; torn; fractured. 4. not functioning pro...

Most of the Olympics have passed me by, the summer has been busy, this August long weekend I hosted three sisters, a niece and her three c...

Social Media, is like managing a three ring circus.   Between the blog, Facebook, tweets, twittering, linking in, linking out, pod...

If, as Herod, we fill our lives with things, and again with things; if we consider ourselves so unimportant that we must fill every m...

The work to forget, can be as difficult as the trying to remember. “ The time is ripe for looking back over the day, the week, the y...