Category Archives: church

prison choir

So I got on ye olde blog here this morning because I was thinking it’s really been sort of a long time since I’ve posted and I realized, it hasn’t just been a long time, it’s been a month. A … Continue reading

telling the truth

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.  I am writing to you because I am a person of strong opinions – not all of which are well informed or intelligent.  Nevertheless I feel compelled to share. I’ve seen this video posted several … Continue reading

unrehearsed

I wrote this a couple of weeks ago after Maundy Thursday, and I distinctly remember saving it with the thought that I needed to come back and finish it. Coming back to it now, though, I really have no idea … Continue reading

sing a little song

Do you remember watching Sesame Street and loving that song… sing…sing a song sing out loud, sing out strong sing of good things, not bad sing of happy, not sad While I don’t always agree with those sentiments, I also … Continue reading

cleansed

This morning I sat in a pew, on the edge of my seat – watching, listening, waiting. And it happened. The miracle happened over and over. People of all ages stepped into the water and looked out at us, some … Continue reading

sunday morning

what’s shaping your life? what’s shaping mine? i could look around the room and try to recite all the unwritten rules that guide our lives don’t oversleep go to church comb your hair press your shirt marry the right one … Continue reading

sunday morning

what’s shaping your life? what’s shaping mine? i could look around the room and try to recite all the unwritten rules that guide our lives don’t oversleep go to church comb your hair press your shirt marry the right one … Continue reading

i do, i do

We just got home from a wedding. It was so many things that a wedding should be; intimate, with a bride and groom who have seen enough of life to know – well, as much as anyone can – what … Continue reading

shout out

So, this morning one of my friends, a terribly gifted drummer and wonderfully supportive fellow artist, tells me he thinks maybe I was a little hard on this guy. And pretty much, he’s probably right, because mostly what I wanted … Continue reading