semantics
there’s a difference between a loss and an absencein the same way a deep cut is notan amputation we are not mourning one who is lost but one who has died he is not missinghe is gone Peace,Milton
there’s a difference between a loss and an absencein the same way a deep cut is notan amputation we are not mourning one who is lost but one who has died he is not missinghe is gone Peace,Milton
I’ve been quiet here for the last several days because we have been saying goodbye to my father-in-law, Reuben Brasher, who has been living with us for the last fourteen months as his Alzheimer’s made him disappear and who crossed over Wednesday afternoon. We are in Birmingham with family and friends to bury him today….
on nights like thisI gaze into the night-skyto see a sky filled with desk lamps in the darkcasting light for one tired poet after anothermilky ways of metaphorssupernovas of near missesswirling star-cloudsof what matters most Peace,Milton
A couple of Sundays have passed since Ginger preached on the parable about the workers who get hired at various times during the day and then all get paid the same at quitting time (Matthew 20:1-16). It’s a bothersome parable on its own terms, made even more difficult when heard in American congregations filled with…
Yesterday was my best friend’s birthday. Burt Burleson and I met at Baylor some thirty-five years ago this month. He was a freshman and I was a junior. I don’t remember the exact circumstance nor can I recall our days of getting acquainted; all I remember is we have been friends ever since. From Baylor,…
the freeway of love –that’s what we’ve called itsince the first weekwe moved hereand began navigatinglife in our new city and we smiledwhen traffic reportsof snarls and slowdowns brought backmemories of route 3and real traffic four years onI wonder if anyone has evercalculated which carmoves things froma crawl to a halt which circumstance —the pinhole…
Tuesday morning I went to work late so I could cook breakfast for a meeting with Clergy Beyond Borders who were meeting at our church as a part of their national tour. I made Blackberry French Toast and Figs Stuffed with Goat Cheese. And then I sat down to eat around a table of people…
I know. Every blogger in America is working on something to say as we near the anniversary of September 11, 2001. I remember that crystal blue Tuesday morning as Ginger and I drove up the Southeast Expressway from Marshfield heading into Boston for a day of appointments. I remember the gradual awareness that the sky…
“The Imagination of Grace”A Sermon for Pilgrim United Church of Christ, Durhamby Milton Brasher-CunninghamExodus 3:1-15; Romans 12:9-21 Perhaps one of the reasons I like stories about Moses is he was as rootless as I am.He was born of a Hebrew mother while she was being held in exile with her people in Egypt, adopted by…
Last weekend, the big event in our neighborhood of Old North Durham was a birthday party. Fullsteam Brewery turned one. For those of you not fortunate enough to live close enough to know why the date matters so to those of here in Durham, let me explain why its presence matters and, in lieu of…