• Posts Tagged ‘waiting’

    advent journal: log work

    by  • December 12, 2010 • Uncategorized • 2 Comments

    I spent the afternoon at a Mushroom Workshop with my friends from Bountiful Backyards and I came home with a couple of shiitake logs and a few words. log work  we took oak logsand drilled small holesfilled them up withmushroom spores andsealed them shut withbeeswax so we could take them homeand wait to eatflavorful...

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    an altar in the field

    by  • November 28, 2009 • Uncategorized • 1 Comment

    We are suckers for Christmas movies around our house and, as a result, last night ended with us all watching Miracle on 34th Street (the John Hughes version) before we went to bed. In the commercial breaks, whatever channel it was kept talking about “The Countdown to the Twenty-five Days before Christmas,” which I...

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    weighting room

    by  • October 16, 2009 • Uncategorized • 2 Comments

    it’s not the same you know waiting in linewaiting for the phone to ringwaiting (waiting) for the world to change tonight I am not passing timeor fostering impatienceI am waiting for newsNo – I am weighting for newstime is not passingtime is falling in layerseach one heavier than the lasteach one heavy with hopeand...

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    lenten journal: don’t just do something

    by  • March 13, 2009 • Uncategorized • 3 Comments

    The music director at our church, James, was in a car accident and severely injured last weekend. He has an old Cadillac that he was driving to see some friends in another state. Unknown to him, the car had some sort of carbon monoxide leak and he passed out at the wheel. The car...

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    lenten journal: a friend of time

    by  • February 28, 2009 • Uncategorized • 2 Comments

    We run a two-person line in the kitchen at Duke, which means I have one other guy cooking with me at dinnertime. As the year has gone by and we have developed more of a customer base, the two of us stay quite busy; Wednesday night we served 104 dinners. One of the ways...

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    how to grow up big and strong

    by  • December 28, 2008 • Uncategorized • 3 Comments

    I preached at our church today so Ginger could take her parents back to Birmingham. What follows is the sermon. First, a quick note to say my brother’s surgery appears to have gone well; he is flat on his back in the hospital and not allowed to move until Tuesday, just to make sure....

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    still waiting

    by  • December 27, 2008 • Uncategorized • 4 Comments

    It’s early Saturday morning. Christmas is not even two days gone and already things are changing. Ginger drove out about an hour ago to take her parents back to Birmingham after their two weeks with us. Since the V. A. is going to provide Rachel with some money to pay for some home healthcare,...

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    advent journal: healing in his wings

    by  • December 17, 2008 • Uncategorized • 4 Comments

    Over most of my adult life in faith, I’ve been fortunate to go to churches small enough to still take one of the Sundays in Advent for the Christmas Pageant, though the word pageant always brings a smile to my face. I can’t help but wonder which of the magi will win the gown...

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    waiting for the plumber

    by  • April 15, 2008 • Uncategorized • 3 Comments

    One could wish for a day that was carbonated,words rising effervescently, even effortlesslyto the top, bubbles of hope bursting on thesurface. Today is not that day; nor yesterday.I’m waiting for the plumber to come find theblock on our main drain, somewhere betweenhere and the street, underneath the growinggrass and the nascent hasta, undergroundwhere the...

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    advent journal: nouvelle cuisine

    by  • December 12, 2007 • Uncategorized • 1 Comment

    Today was my first day cooking at the new restaurant. I did well and the learning curve was pretty steep. Thinking about my day, particularly in the context of these days of waiting and watching, led me to this poem. nouvelle cuisine I’m standing at the stove, staring into the sizzle,waiting for the right...

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