The Flatpickin' Pilgrim's Progress

What Can We Say?

Irony contains great truth—that America could be demonstrating its oldest pain so openly on the day celebrating Christian barrier-breaking contains a word from the Lord for us. Deeds, not words.

Two Poems for the Pan*****

So, two more little poems. I can’t help it. They just pop out. Whether they spread uncontrollably is, well, not up to me.  Maybe a smile amid the little glimmers of loss that intrude on the day.

After Easter…

Sometime I will have to gather my thoughts about this breathtaking revolution that has been forced on us in the

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Grace

I live in the vulnerability of my need for grace.  Grace I ought to give, grace I hope someone else

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