a good way to spend an evening
I intended to write tonight, but then found out about this tribute to John Prine premiering on YouTube. Treat yourself.
Peace,
Milton
I intended to write tonight, but then found out about this tribute to John Prine premiering on YouTube. Treat yourself.
Peace,
Milton
When we were in Provincetown last weekend to see Julie, our former foster daughter, cross the finish line for the Pan Mass Challenge, I saw a t-shirt in a window that said, “I am silently correcting your grammar.” I almost bought it. The fact that language changes is both exciting and dreadful for someone who…
I’m taking a break from miracles this week and posting, instead, the manuscript of the sermon I preached Sunday at North Haven Congregational Church in North Haven Connecticut. I hope you find something here that speaks to you. “No Easy Way Out” Genesis 21:8-21, Matthew 10:24-39 We have sparrows in our barn. Behind our house…
I know. I haven’t been here in a while. I’ve missed it. And I’m working to change that pattern for the days ahead. I’ll start with my sermon for today. I am preaching in two places this morning: remotely at United Churches of Durham CT and in person at First Congregational Church of Guilford, which…
My sermon is a day or two late making it here because I was a part of the New England Songwriters’ Retreat, which was a transcendent experience for me. (If you would like to read more about that, please subscribe to my newsletter.) The retreat was close by, so I was able to slip away…
“Choose your losses or lose your choices.” About this time of the year in 1977 I was called to be the pastor of Pecan Grove Baptist Church, a small rural congregation west of Waco; between Oglesby and Mound, to be more exact. In early May of that year, I was ordained. The church celebrated its…
these are my favorite days when the summer’s shellacking is painted over by fall’s crisp palette of expectancy and comfort I want to match the colors with aromas savory and sweet — layers of flavor and hope that sustain as the nights grow longer and winter hangs on the horizon barren branches and grey mornings…
Might’ve missed this.
Are you Lewis or Clark?
Wonderful! Cried and laughed my way through it. Thank you Milty, thank you Fiona, and thank you God for sharing John for awhile. Blessings in “distancing” on all hearing this!