• Poetry

    Responding

    How should we respond to tragedy? A tear, a word seem not enough. How do we relieve the feeling of dread, deep in the pit of our stomach? We shake our head and proclaim our disgust but the despair lingers, like a heavy stench. With every breath, we are a little short of air. We breathe deeper, more deliberate, and with more difficulty. When it’s harder to breathe, it’s harder to live. We pause to focus. Staring off at a point just beyond our monitor, or beyond the condensation on our kitchen window, or beyond the taillights in front of us. We see the images of those we love flicker…

  • Poetry

    A Great Run

    Some runs are bad. A bad run is exhausting. It takes more from the body than it gives back. Only the mind is strong enough to finish a bad run. Most runs are good. They serve their purpose. Good runs build the body up. The mind is free to wander on a good run. Few runs are great. A great run is spiritual. The body and mind separate. Awareness becomes acute. Aware of the effortlessness. Aware of the raw speed. Aware of the ability to do anything. Everything becomes easier. Easier to love.Easier to believe. Easier to forgive. A great run is a gift from God.

  • Essay

    How Steve Jobs Influenced My Life

    In mid the 1970s when I was 6 or 7 years old, Steve Jobs sold his VW van and set to work building the Apple I with Wozniak.  It was a home computer kit that you put together yourself.  By 1978, the more advanced and already assembled Apple II was available.  By 1980 the Commodore VIC-20 was released and many others would soon follow. In 1981 when I was 12 years old, my 13 year old cousin Brian and I pooled our money and purchased a Sinclair ZX81 kit.  We couldn’t afford the fancy pre-assembled machines and although the Apple 1 sold for $666.66 the Sinclair ZX81 kit was only…

  • Poetry

    A Good Day Passed

    I began naked in silence but the bright sun shined down on me. I entered the cold river and was bathed in sound and color. I came to the shore and was clothed in your laughter. I drew pictures of what I saw and was very happy. I soon felt the coolness of the shade of evening. I stumbled in the darkness toward my home, afraid. I called to them and they heard me and I heard them. I was happy and realized that I had never been alone. I felt the warmth of the sun upon my face. I remembered the good day, just passed. I was thankful for…

  • Essay

    Thoughts on “The coming evangelical collapse” or Why I became Catholic

    This is a response to the article, “The coming evangelical collapse” (capitalization as in the published work) written by Michael Spencer and published in the Christian Science Monitor on March 10, 2009. First, a small disclaimer… If you are Evangelical, Episcopal, Anglican, or other Protestant; please do not be offended by my thoughts. I am making a statement about why I made certain decisions and I in no way believe these are the only acceptable decisions that could be made. I believe I am still in full communion with you and I hope you believe the same about me. In order to understand my comments in context it is important…

  • Poetry

    The Lessons

    He sits to practice Protesting. Under duress. The notes come out clumsy. Out of key. Frustrated I take his hands. Guiding them. Much better now. The notes are in tune and sweet. It’s not the instrument. I’m relieved. I take my hands away and he continues. Still on key. Tempo slightly slower. I leave the room to work. Listening, straining to hear his work. He maintains for a while. Loses concentration. Slips back into mediocrity. Is he fine with this? Is this all he wants to be? Maybe it is the instrument? I return and guide his hands once more. The pattern repeats. Over and over. Each time he holds…