A Facebook testimony To start, a few visuals— The runner who can’t break their personal record. The scale that won’t budge on your weigh loss journey. The gamer who can’t get to the next level. The rock climber who can’t get reach the peak or plateau. At a distance, they see the big picture. Up […]Read more "20/20 Vision"
Music speaks to me– it always has. I wake each morning with a song on my mind. The lyric aligns with my thoughts for the day yet comes out of the blue. Today as I worked a song came on my mind, completely out of left field. I haven’t watched Evita or heard “Don’t Cry […]Read more "Mix Tape Memories"
I like singing! Singing’s my favorite part! — Buddy the Elf I admire people with beautiful voices. I see joy when they sing, even when they sing the blues. It’s a gift. Natural, yet strengthened and refined with practice and training. I sing but not “well”. I know in my heart that if I could […]Read more "Sing"
Originally written after the 2016 election. Still true today. I woke up to realize I wasn’t dreaming. My friends are still polarized. I’m stuck in the middle with you. I still love you all even though I don’t like what I’m seeing. I knew the level of hatred would rise no matter if the red […]Read more "Love Trumps Everything"
I wrote a poem this afternoon titled “Cold Hash“. My mom would take leftover beef roast and grind it together with boiled potatoes to make hash. It wasn’t like corned beef hash. This hash was gray and mushy. My sisters and I would smash it on our plates and write our initials in ketchup to […]Read more "Mum’s Hash"
Before I write about anything else, I need to come clean. I’ve felt guilt as I’ve asked God to search my heart and show me where I keep tripping. It’s like a perpetual game of Chutes and Ladders or the sequence in Ground Hog Day when Bill Murray is trying to change the outcome of […]Read more "Coming Clean"
I wrote a poem this morning— A break from recent evangelical pleas on previous blog posts. You can find it on my new pure poetry blog: THE POET WHO DIDN’T KNOW IT I hope readers are still intrigued to follow along as I put on my whimsical hat and introspective goggles, depending on the weather. […]Read more "Respite day: A poem about bugs"
I’m posting in reverse order as these social media messages were recorded on my personal Facebook profile. A prequel, I guess, of the “Quarantine Chronicles”. Many were written after my sunrise shift at work at a well-known shipping company. In these days, our function was mandated to work. I struggled with the packages passing through […]Read more "Pick one, only one"
Insight from the spare room where I am in quarantine— “No one knows the hour or the day, not even the messengers in heaven, not even the Son. Only the Father knows. As it was at the time of Noah, so it will be with the coming of the Son of Man. In the days […]Read more "And they lived happily ever after"
The following is copied from my personal Facebook profile. I felt the need to address the jury before I presented my case for Christ. I’d rather be muted for 30 days (or more), unfriended, or lose a friend in reality because I posted a bold Christian message. If one friend or acquaintance gains eternal life […]Read more "May I approach the bench?"