Yesterday, I floated in the vast sea of God’s presence.No land in sight.The swells rose and fell.The waves whispered.Words failed. Prayers dissolved.The hush of the room settled over me, gentle and expectant.I was small. I was still. The crystal voices, simply instruments of praise, led through the quiet like light across the water.When we sangContinueContinue reading “Carried on the Swells: Reflections from Worship”
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Hold My Hand: Grace in the Grit of Life
Disclaimer: This reflection on human struggle and hope in broken places contains gritty imagery (likely R or TV-MA). I share it because something bigger meets us in the mess, calling to believers and seekers alike. A Plea Across the Void I stumbled on Hold My Hand by UNKLE, a British band, late one night, itsContinueContinue reading “Hold My Hand: Grace in the Grit of Life”
Birthdays, Connection, and the Quiet Power of Love
Well, I just turned 61 today, and what a wonderful day it has been! First, a heartfelt thank you to everyone who sent birthday greetings—calls, texts, posts, messages, emojis, and all the little ways you remembered me. I read every single one with a smile, and it reminded me just how lucky I am toContinueContinue reading “Birthdays, Connection, and the Quiet Power of Love”
Re-Blog: A Night of Courage and Faith in Washington, D.C.
Dennis Burk recounts a harrowing night in Washington, D.C., when a shooting shattered the calm outside the home where he and his pastoral interns were staying. Amid chaos, one intern sprang into action. Racing to aid a man shot in the chest, he applied pressure to the wound and prayed for the victim’s life untilContinueContinue reading “Re-Blog: A Night of Courage and Faith in Washington, D.C.”
Road Notes: Lakeside Serenity by the Waters of Vernon and Anacoco
The road bends west through Vernon Parish, carrying us past pines and hardwoods that meet above like clasped hands. These are the kinds of drives that invite quiet—no rush of interstate noise, just the hum of tires and the sudden flash of sun through branches. It was a Saturday, when the Plain Travelers (that’s us) setContinueContinue reading “Road Notes: Lakeside Serenity by the Waters of Vernon and Anacoco”
Veni, Vidi, Scripsi 