The trail behind me is littered with failure. We’ll see about the trail before me.
Category Archives: Hearth and Altar
Time – A Human Obsession. Time – the non-spatial continuum – continues to hold the fascination of humankind. Last night the population of entire planet celebrated Time. It is the biggest event of the year – bigger than the Super … Continue reading
Sutherland Springs: Should Have Been A Typical Sunday. A man walks into a Church. Heeding the Apostle Paul’s call to assemble together. Seeking fellowship, seeking to draw closer to his creator. It’s a typical Sunday in Sutherland Springs, Tx. Or … Continue reading
Mid-Autumn Garden. It’s a wet Columbus Day. Tropical Depression Nate passed through Pennsylvania this morning on its way the New England. The Garden is full of surprises. A better gardener than I would have everything pulled up and covered by … Continue reading
Life really is a highway – here’s why. It only takes one. One guy to screw things up. Because life is a highway. Great when it functions as designed. Beyond aggravating when it doesn’t.
The Greeting… Words have meaning, even words we don’t use. Sometimes several events tend to amalgamate into a single memory. I’m standing in the living room of my in-law’s home. It’s time to go. Tomorrow, Lois and I are going … Continue reading
Fall Foliage – It’s Coming. The best time to see the fall foliage in Pennsylvania will in 2 -3 weeks. But it’s starting. The colors of Summer are still with us, but you can see a hint. Then this came … Continue reading
Worship Leading – good? Not so good? Do we want to go back to something else, and if so, how far back? This week my wife tagged me on what has to be one of the most awkward worship videos … Continue reading
Late Summer Kitchen Garden It’s September. This morning there was a coolness in the air presaging a pleasant Fall. I can wait for the crisp snap of the Autumn morning. I’ve come to learn the importance of enjoying the … Continue reading
I venture out into the early morning stillness. The fog lifts with the rising sun. I pick my way carefully over the lawn, it’s blades still wet. I am here to prune, to pick, to breathe. The Victorians called it “taking … Continue reading
Not Cool. This picture raises more questions than it answers. Are these immigrants or native born Americans? Tourists? Members of the same family? Without further information, all we are left with are presumptions. But presumptions informed by experience. This appears … Continue reading