Meditation On Dust

Meditation On Dust

Lately, due in large part to our recent fiftieth wedding anniversary celebration, I’ve been thinking about time, its passage, and the magnificent mysteries that lie beyond this “vale of tears”, as our forbears so quaintly put it. Not long ago I was...
Little House on the Property

Little House on the Property

Down the road from where I used to live, visible behind large trees and overgrown bushes, sat a small house of nondescript brown. Wood scraps, pieces of old machinery, and piles of rubbish adorned its dilapidation. Rotted fencing surrounded the property in front and...
Lent Four: A Woman Apprehends

Lent Four: A Woman Apprehends

Bethany They have been expecting him, anticipating his arrival for Passover. Martha has readied their home in her usual efficient way. And their friend, Simon, who had been miraculously healed of the dreaded leprosy by the Lord himself during a visit months earlier,...
Lent Three: On Blind Hope, and Mercy

Lent Three: On Blind Hope, and Mercy

While I breathe, I hope. Cicero Jesus has left Galilee for the last time in his earthly ministry. Two-thirds of his ministry has taken place in this region and its surroundings. He was raised in one of its many small towns, brought up in a loving family, learned the...
Lent Two: Doubt, Hope, and Blind Determination

Lent Two: Doubt, Hope, and Blind Determination

He sat on a stool in front of his low mud brick house in the cool air of early morning. Chickens chattered as they scratched in the dust of a neighbor’s yard, having been summoned before dawn by the flock’s loud and insistent rooster. A young goat bleated....