Searching the other day, not for anything lost, but for something I could not find, I slowed enough to allow clarity to answer my search. I’ve done my best to remind myself as age intrudes I do not have a memory problem. I have a retrieval problem. On this day, retrieval seemed more problematic than […]
“As the deer pants for the water brooks, so pants my soul for You, O God. My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and appear before God? (Psalm 42:1-2, NKJV). Sensing time as it is and our relation to it is a dilemma we seem unable to solve. As
And now, I ask myself, “Why are black-eyed peas always served with pork?” Maybe it’s a Southern tradition or as regional as red beans and rice. Perhaps food, like language, has its own sort of culinary dialect. Maybe tradition, our sense of how to order things, is a human construct offering a feigned security we
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I live in the shadows, the shaded remembrances of my past, persistent guideposts and framers of the person I was, who I became and still to be. These shadows have names like Daniel, Mom, Dad, Buck, the “Elite,” Pat Majors and Jack Willis. There are places, too – a house on Rockmont Road, a bend
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