Like many people in America, I’ve spent as much time as I could find the last two days watching the NCAA Men’s Basketball Tournament. I enjoy the competition, whether I know the teams or not. And I would love for everyone to come down to the last shot, perhaps even overtime. The ability of these…
I woke up this morning thinking about music not only because of my post yesterday but because I had tickets tonight to see Shawn Colvin and Steve Earle. Front row seats, thanks to my friend, Jay. So Ginger and I walked in the cool of this very first spring evening the half mile from our…
As I was walking into work this morning, I found myself singing this song: many’s the time I’ve been mistaken and many times confused yes, and I’ve often felt forsaken and certainly misused oh, but I’m all right, I’m all right I’m just weary to my bones still, you don’t expect to be bright and…
I was a history major in college. I love the stories. And the history department at Baylor had some great story tellers. Robert Reid told of the rise and fall of the Greeks and Romans, Pat Ward appropriately skeptical insight on American foreign policy, and Wallace Daniel knew both Russian folktales as well as the…
I’m excited the NCAA basketball tournaments begin this week because that means baseball is not far behind. I do love watching baseball. When my book came out, one reviewer commented that I must have included the chapter titled “Striking Out” just because I loved baseball and wanted to write about it. As I reflected on…
I spent some time in the yard today. Weeding. We were promised more rain this afternoon, so I tried to get out ahead of it to weed the side of the front yard around the dogwood we planted a little over two years ago in memory of Reuben, my father-in-law. I learned the hard way…
These two quotes crossed my path today. A person is a kind of sacrament: something made of molecules by which we become aware of something else which is not made of molecules. — Sydney Carter Christianity is art and not money. — William Blake Here is where they took me. paint me a picture bread…
Tonight marked the Second Annual Pi(e) Night here at our house. Last year 3.14 fell on a Thursday, so the inaugural event (please remember there is no such thing as a “first annual”) fell on our regular dinner night and we had a blast. Eleven of us gathered this evening — some veterans, some rookies…
This has been one of those days when I have had music running through my head. It has also been a day of doing — of carrying out quotidian tasks — rather than reading or contemplating. So I offer songs tonight — a Lenten soundtrack of sorts — drawn from songs that have spoken to…
I love it when I get caught by surprise. I got up this morning a little early so I could read a little more Niebuhr and perhaps plant a seed tha t would grow into my blog post for tonight. I came away well fed by a sermon on 1 Corinthians 13: For now we…