Scribblings on Jesus and his kingdom from one repentant church-goer
To breathe is the quintessential act of humanity. The deepest profundity, yet deeper and beneath the very fabric of our consciousness, is a rhythm that defines the highs and lows of our lives. To live is a wide and ambiguous definition. To live fully and presently moment to moment somehow mystifies the greatest among us. … Continue reading To Breathe
November is the month we remind ourselves to be thankful. As the ground hardens in frost and the last remnants of leaves find their way down, I wonder if this season gives us clarity to see the blessings that sustain us. The excess of summer is stripped away, leaving us exposed to the simple truth … Continue reading Seems Only Children Weep
When the fog rolls over Detroit, I immediately lose sight of the city. Within moments, skyscrapers, steel, lights, signs, wonders, all disappear. Gone. The Ambassador Bridge, usually lining the horizon with spots of brightness, stoops into the river, grayed water seamlessly melting into blank sky. The world melts to bleakness. I live over a marina, … Continue reading The Other Side of the Boat
A splotch of black mud sits around the cold steel brace on the railing of my apartment balcony. The sun sinks over downtown Detroit, radiating off a slim green blade of grass that in a world of concrete and mortar has somehow sprouted, as if had no other splotch of mud been found over the … Continue reading Being in the Game
Regarding Life 