Fahrenheit 451 paper burns, but when does the brain begin to melt? On Wednesday night Phoebe went to bed sick with a small fever. She awoke in the middle of the night with screams. She was out of bed, running around, and crying over the alligators eating her comforter. A bad dream, but her fever […]
Read more "Fahrenheit 104.7"…If the preacher was immortal, his homily was not. There was a moment towards which it crept to die at the precise stroke of the [clock]… excerpt from the Conviction by RS Thomas I have been working on a funeral this morning. This adds to a long list of events in our church. Events that […]
Read more "So this is Christmas"Today is Darcy’s birthday. Age one seems like a seismic marker – a move out of babyhood. Of course people tell us that adulthood comes in a blink – but I am always surprised how the time flies. I see the signs passing. Darcy not only woofs at dogs, but now knows to bah at […]
Read more "One"I grow a beard every winter. This is partly because the cold weather (with a scrawny body hypothermia is never that far away). Plus it convinces folks they did hire an adult as pastor. And this week, though the weather is still in the 60’s, my face started the growth process. Already my mirror image […]
Read more "Stubble"Phoebe: It’s Christmas! Meg: What? Phoebe: It’s snowing! That means it is Christmas. Someone has seen the movie White Christmas too often. And since my girls would like to watch it again tonight – I guess that someone is me. Because I knew instantly what Phoebe was referencing, and I understood how she could believe […]
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