I haven’t blogged in nearly two months. Not since the pandemic broke out. It seems the most hopeful words I can offer are, “Don’t be stupid.” Followed up by, ”Don’t listen to stupid either.” As
Read moreAuthor: Will Schmit
His Face in the Vase
The final splay of our tulip is a table top Ferris wheel purple petals wide as a lion’s mane. Flowering jumble in a water jar, the bulb bring life and the stem snipped for the
Read moreEmerging from Emergency
“The thing to do now is live normally, even though we’ve seen a miracle.” This is what our grown son told us after his sister recovered from a severe cardiac arrest event. The medical details,
Read moreHead In The Cloud Crowd
Jesus is the same yesterday, today, and tomorrow, but from what I gather from the media He appears to be very different for each of us. His Name gets bandied about and attached to political
Read moreThere’s Still Time for a new year
You are what you hear; bottle nosed whales slide into an ocean of blues as rain fresh mint and ferns whip the coastal bluff. The Shepherd whistles to turn your head. Facts and faith a
Read moreNew to Who, ME ?
New year, new friends. Sounds like a resolution doesn’t it? In a world of rising hate crime statistics it may be more like a revolution. Conversations, without the added agenda of conversion, maybe the weakest
Read moreChoir Practice
His constant constellation Is home to the Worthy Star Watching over the lonely. The night, silent again Throbs in stellar concert. Midnight, clear. Shepherds await the returning angels, Tell us where and when To stand.
Read moreChristmas Kookie
“The problem with Christianity is always the Christian, never the Christ.” My Pastor drilled this perspective into my head before ordaining me as a prison minister some fifteen years ago. Never is this more apparent
Read moreThe Book of Job Interviews
My employment contract expires in January. Seems a perfect time to write about hope. Writing with hope may be a bit more challenging. It is often easier to encourage others when I need to be
Read moreBaby Blankets and Blooms
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,
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