In the mid south, we are in the midst of spring…new life is all around us, from the birds filling their nests with expectant life…..to frogs croaking their love songs at night, to flowers unfolding their quiet beauty…. and yet in the midst of this resurrection season…i am also reminded of the fragility of life… From the bizarre accident in nicaragua, that has altered a young man’s life and future….to the sad and shocking death of a wonderful young woman who has written marvelous books about faith and doubt…   On saturday night, i sat on...

In the mid south, we are in the midst of spring…new life is all around us, from the birds filling their nests with expectant life…..to frogs croaking their love songs at night, to flowers unfolding their quiet beauty…. and yet in the midst of this resurrection season…i am also reminded of the fragility of life… From the bizarre accident in nicaragua, that has altered a young man’s life and future….to the sad and shocking death of a wonderful young woman who has written marvelous books about faith and doubt…   On saturday night, i sat on...

I have read a number of blogs these past months that keep pestering me with the question about wether i am willing to die for my faith.  The question is an okay question, but for me it hangs there in the air, unable to be answered.  It seems somewhat out of place for a middle aged guy who is in the midst of life. Seems odd. I read a book recently that opened with a chapter about the blinking line, the cursor that blinks and leads us to write the next word, the next sentence.  To put our  thoughts on paper.  It blinks….and blinks…waiting for us to create...

I have read a number of blogs these past months that keep pestering me with the question about wether i am willing to die for my faith.  The question is an okay question, but for me it hangs there in the air, unable to be answered.  It seems somewhat out of place for a middle aged guy who is in the midst of life. Seems odd. I read a book recently that opened with a chapter about the blinking line, the cursor that blinks and leads us to write the next word, the next sentence.  To put our  thoughts on paper.  It blinks….and blinks…waiting for us to create...

Several things have been coursing through my mind of late, and it deals with life and what really matters.  As I veer toward my 56th birthday, with the big 60 looming on the horizon I find myself mulling over what life really means and how could I make it more meaningful.  Is what i am doing and saying and living really the life I should be living?  The number of years left on this great  earth I fear are now less than the number that I have already lived.  So what will I do with the time remaining?  Will I squander it on useless activities that have no...

Several things have been coursing through my mind of late, and it deals with life and what really matters.  As I veer toward my 56th birthday, with the big 60 looming on the horizon I find myself mulling over what life really means and how could I make it more meaningful.  Is what i am doing and saying and living really the life I should be living?  The number of years left on this great  earth I fear are now less than the number that I have already lived.  So what will I do with the time remaining?  Will I squander it on useless activities that have no...