• approach . . .

    by  • December 31, 2018 • 3 Comments

    For many years now, my Facebook post on New Year’s Eve has been a line from a Counting Crows song: long December and there’s reason to believe maybe this year will be better than the last . . . . I began to realize that next year never seemed to come through. It wasn’t...

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    advent journal: small world

    by  • December 23, 2018 • 2 Comments

    Somewhere along the way, and a long time ago now, I picked up a quote that has stuck with me: “The first rule of theology is there is a God and it’s not me.” I have no idea who said it, but it continues to ring true and it seems a fair number of...

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    advent journal: a consolation of ourselves

    by  • December 22, 2018 • 3 Comments

    In last night’s poem, I wrote would that we had a ladder to make a consolation of ourselves I didn’t realize my autocorrect had its own poetic intent until I read the poem again this evening. What I meant to type was would that we had a ladder to make a constellation of ourselves...

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    advent journal: solstice

    by  • December 21, 2018 • 7 Comments

    solstice come sit in the dark with me and look at that moon that is so at home in the night let us reach deep into the pockets of our souls for scraps of hope and wonder come look up at the firefly stars flinging their light lay back on the blanket of dead...

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    advent journal: ghosts and ancestors

    by  • December 20, 2018 • 3 Comments

    After I finished writing last night, I was still restless even though I was exhausted. So I decided to watch Springsteen on Broadway, now that it is on Netflix. Once I got started, I had a hard time turning it off. I’ve been a fan of the Boss for a long time. His first...

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    advent journal: donut of human kindness

    by  • December 19, 2018 • 2 Comments

    Wednesdays are my day to go to New York for work, which means I leave the house around 4:30 to catch the morning train in West Haven and I get home in the evening about 7. I am grateful I only have to do it one day a week and I love that I...

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    advent journal: habitation

    by  • December 18, 2018 • 3 Comments

    A season isn’t something that befalls you, it is something that you inhabit. —John Berger, The Seasons in Quincy: Four Portraits of John Berger habitation in the fulness of time they hit the road when the days were accomplished they stayed a couple of nights then they went back home when the king got...

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    advent journal: memorying

    by  • December 17, 2018 • 8 Comments

    My dear friend David Gentiles died on December 18 nine years ago. I am still conscious of both his absence and his presence. Going through some old poems tonight I found this one that I wrote after he sent me a note to say he was listening to his John Denver records, a musical...

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    advent journal: family business

    by  • December 16, 2018 • 10 Comments

    Maybe it’s because I went into the family business. My grandfather, Milton I, was a preacher. My father, Milton II, was a preacher. I am Milton III. In the spring of my first year at Baylor, I walked down the aisle at Columbus Avenue Baptist Church one Sunday night and told Marshall Edwards that...

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    advent journal: wait here

    by  • December 15, 2018 • 3 Comments

    One of my favorite Advent songs comes from Tom Petty. the waiting is the hardest part every day you see one more card you take it on faith, you take it to the heart the waiting is the hardest part Though the baby he’s talking to in the song has nothing to do with...

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