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They call it mountain time. I call it otherworldly, surreal in some ways, slow and dripping like that Salvador Dali painting. Things,...

Some reading the other day helped me gain new understanding and motivated me to write a new blessing. Realizing my thanks to God could be...

Walking to church on a recent Sunday morning, I entered and passed a fellow parishioner leaving the early service. I overheard him remark...

Dear Wickley,  I received your letter and am heartened by your insight. Your words enlightened a remembrance of Plutarch and the  Ship of...

Dear Winston, I am in agreement regarding the notion today’s society is in a state of moral decline. My tendency is to read into history...

Living in a hovel, hearing tales of the great silver city across the meadow and over the hill, Adalhard thought one day he would be brave...

Not by any means or stretch of suggestion am I educated to an extent Rabbinic wisdom is an expertise I share with any authority. But I...

Given a box with a present inside, each confirmand repeated their vows. Next, the preacher said, “Inside your box is a present, a...

Traveling across the back roads of South Carolina on a recent trip, the missive on the church sign caught my attention. It read: The...

Lean in and listen my friends, I’m going to tell you a story remembered, a story told to me in a sermon by the Reverend Al Turnell.  ...

In County Lincolnshire, in the village of Spilsby between the Lincolnshire Wolds and the Fenland, for centuries told there lived a...

In the first hour of amazing grace, when the sweet sound appears and we know God is true, a seed is planted within. And if in that first...

Photo by Randy Parker Truth rains its words On whitewashed tombs, While nonetheless aware, The other cheek turns away In silent crimsoned...

Mary loved going to church. At the end of maturity for six-year-olds and the children’s sermon, Mary loved the stories. Though she didn’t...

Jimmy was reared in modest means. A wholesome family, Jimmy’s parents worked hard and taught their children proper values and morals....

Beneath the old oak tree, framed in twilight, a lone silhouette, an old man with his box sat and watched while the graveyard spirits...

It’s dangerous to look back, to think where you were then and where you are now, to gloat a bit over the idea you are better than you...

In a more naïve and simplistic time, when miniscule pains hovered and cast their shadow large over an otherwise carefree existence, when...

Quite incidentally and unknowingly, mimicking professional golfer’s swings when we were kids, we stumbled into a key step in the habit...

Don’t Believe   ...along the roadside of your belief  the advertisers, the marketers,  the profiteers of misdirection,  the snake oil...