Raindrops connect us to the clouds, sometimes in whisper, sometimes in a bullhorn from the balcony, getting wet is getting the message. Like love, at the border of a family, there’s always never enough to
Read moreAuthor: Will Schmit
Cusp Overflows
She caught the last of summer by the sleeve, granddaughter born two days before the Fall change. Easy to predict strawberries and melons, both parents are gardeners, the dirt will turn up. Newest human I
Read moreOne Foot at a Time
excerpted from Jesus Inside:A Prison Minister’s Manual soon to be published by EABooks ‘How beautiful are the feet of those who preach the Gospel of peace. Who bring glad tidings of good things!’ Romans 10:14-15
Read moreBaby Blanket
The dream fogs forward. We’re weeks away from grand baby to be, plums barely clinging to the branch. The ocean, a little further than the next door rooster, breaks on the beach morning after morning,
Read moreRevealed, Reverent, Relevant…The Three R’s
The Gospel going behind bars is as old as the Gospel itself. The letters Paul wrote from prison could be written and mailed today as legitimately as they were two thousand years ago. Back then
Read moreWell Healed
I wear a dead chef’s boots to preach in prison. Black Johnny Cash jeans because cliche`s don’t clash with the dress code. I speak no Spanish, recognize no tattoos, never slept behind bars. I’m welcome
Read moreJesus Inside: an excerpt from A Prison Minister’s Manual
Scripture says the soul pants for God as a deer might pant for water in a drought. Setting the stage for a convict to satisfy this longing in his soul, to drink in God’s grace
Read moreFlowers & Arrows
William wore a hair shirt somewhere around Italy, shows you what I know about saints. Little picture cards litter the chaplain’s desk, flowers and arrows pierce the heart. A yard and B yard assemblies, melting
Read moreSo Are We in This World…or Not?
People see Jesus differently. The armed crowd coming into Gethsemane sought to arrest an enemy of the state and when He answered their query with, “I AM He.” they fell to the ground. All they
Read moreBerry My Heart at Bended Knee
Picking green as vengeance against a late life strawberry rash. My backyard crop, a political substitute for water sucking lawn, off limits. The alternative is to wash and bag each ripe berry as a gift.
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