• About miltybc

    Blogging since December 2005

    http://donteatalone.com

    still listening

    by  • January 14, 2018 • america, faith, justice, mlk, race, sermon • 8 Comments

    I preached at my church today. The person who was supposed to be our speaker for MLK Sunday was ill and Ginger and Sarah asked me to fill in. I am sorry she got sick and I am grateful for and humbled by the opportunity to preach today. Here is the manuscript of the...

    Read more →

    dress code

    by  • January 3, 2018 • depression, hope, poetry • 3 Comments

    I offer an out-of-season weather poem, based on a first line I found in notes for an older version of this poem. Stay warm and dry, friends. dress code I dress myself with rain, shape a hat out of clouds, make a scarf of the wind, wrap myself in a coat of many shadows—...

    Read more →

    advent journal: moving on to love

    by  • December 23, 2017 • advent journal, love • 1 Comment

    When we mark time by the liturgical calendar, we only count and number the four Sundays before Christmas, which means the fourth Sunday—tomorrow—doesn’t have a week to go with it. We have had days to stretch out with hope, peace, and joy, but love get the short shrift, as far as Advent goes. So...

    Read more →

    advent journal: ellipses

    by  • December 22, 2017 • advent journal, hope • 8 Comments

    ellipses I am fighting hard to hope . . . Well—now I’m staring at the page hoping to find a different verb. I’m not looking for a fight. why let my word choice turn to violence over things that matter? I am fighting hard to hope . . . maybe the problem has more...

    Read more →

    advent journal: highway song

    by  • December 21, 2017 • advent journal, gratitude, grief • 2 Comments

    highway song here is a well-traveled metaphor: life is a highway but not an interstate more of a two-lane blacktop that hits all the lights in every small town an intentional inconvenience that makes you decide to stop at one of those roadside cafés a filling station of the heart where whoever comes up...

    Read more →