Here’s what happened Sunday. Ginger had the congregation read John 1 in unison: In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things were made through him, and without him was not any thing made that was made. In…
The good news is the people at the Apple store rock and my MacBook will good as new. The only bad news is I won’t get it back until Friday, which means my blogging will have to wait until the new year. I will close out this one with much gratitude and keep good notes…
Yesterday this blog turned five years old — and my MacBook started acting up, which made it difficult to write. Such is life. Thanks for being a part of the conversation. Peace,Milton
I was in the self-checkout line at Kroger this afternoon, about six people deep, when the guy in front of me started talking. He was twenty-two, I’m guessing, a good four inches taller than me, and in a Kroger uniform. He had one Christmas card in his hand. That was all. As we stood there,…
During our quick trip to New York this week, we spent the better part of one afternoon in the Metropolitan Museum of Art losing all sense of direction and finding bits of wonder, love, and praise in many of the paintings, photographs, and sculptures that inhabit the place. Eventually, we wandered in amongst the Impressionists….
Here’s Who I Saw Today: a high school friend who met me for breakfast and a walk around Midtown Manhatthan; the man who drove the shuttleto JFK fighting through trafficand still had energy to smile; the TSA identification checkerwho never changed his facialexpression as he worked; the server at our favoriteMexcian restaurant in Durhamwho welcomed…
we were walking back to our hotelas the moon was climbing the ladderof night above us we were walkingdown the avenueagainst the currentof tourists and taxisleaning into the wind we were walkingaway from the showwe had come to seefull of the laughterand lightness of life we were walkinginto a night that willgive birth to the…
On this Solstice night, we are chasing daylight in New York City. I surprised Ginger with a trip to see one of her all-time favorite things, now on Broadway: Pee Wee’s Playhouse. There are days to write and reflect and there are days to bask in the sheer joy of love and what it means…
Tomorrow I get to showthe person I love mosthow much I love herhow much I get herwith a surprise that has her name writtenall over itI wonderif this isa hint ofwhat Godfelt like onChristmas Eve. Peace,Milton
My friend David died a year ago today. I wished I could have talked to him about the repeal of DADT and the failure of the DREAM Act and his daughter’s graduation and what he was doing for Christmas and what music he had been listening to and what the plans were for camp next…