On this longest night, we gathered in our church sanctuary for our annual “Blue Christmas” service, which is designed to offer sanctuary to those who are grieving in the midst of the festivities, no matter what the loss. Ginger had candles across the altar at the front of the church, along with those in our…
penultimate on this tuesday nightwe sat around the tableas though we hadall the night we wantedto eat and drink and laugh and talk and hopewe even had time for pie tomorrow night our prodigal planetwill wander as faras it ever does fromthe light of the sunand then start back what a gift that we canlive…
a midnight clearangels bending near the earthpeaceful wings unfurled there in a mangerlittle lord Jesus laid downcattle are lowing angels heard on highand the mountains in replygloria Deo wander as wonderpoor orn’ry people like youand like me (not I) Peace,Milton
Two years ago today, my good friend David Gentiles died. Losing someone that close brought new feelings for me. Yesterday marked nine weeks since we buried my father-in-law, who was the first of our parents to die. The grief of these days is new to me, but as I sat in church this morning, for…
I’ve been thinking about the innkeeperactually all of those in Bethlehem who have taken a bad rap over two millennia for not making roomas if no vacancy is some sort of sinit was after allJesus being borndid they not know did they not seethan angel choirthe way the animalsall laid down as though posingfor a…
I love to tell the story for those who know it bestseem hungering and thirsting to hear it like the rest . . . We took our high school kids on a field trip to High Point, North Carolina to see a production of “A Christmas Carol” today. The 10 a. m. performance played to…
sick with allergieswaiting for winter to comewaiting for relief my mind is stopped upideas trapped behind the wallwaiting for release Peace,Milton
Again, with the technical difficulties. Here is my post from last night. grieving imagine you have a stonethe size of your sorrowstrapped to your backimagine you and the stonehave fallen into a lakeand sunk to the bottom you struggle to your feetand try to carry the stoneback to the surfacebut you cannot risethe water is…
road trip here is a well-traveledmetaphor: life is a roada highway headed westwait — not the interstate think two lane blacktopthat hits all the lightsin every small townintentional inconvenience that fills the booths insoul food cafés filling stations of the heartwhere whoever comes out to the car or up to the table iswearing a name…
The post is written, but our Wifi is down. All I can do is leave this message from my phone. I will post tomorrow. Peace,Milton