I saw Man of Steel last night. It was worth every penny and not just for the references to Kansas State University. It got me thinking; about men, sons, dads, strength, and honor. There were four key men in the story: SuperMan/Clark Kent/Kalel, his father on earth, his father on Krypton, and the antagonist, General … Continue reading Super man & men of honor
A look on the floor of my tiny apartment and I ask myself, “What have I done this week?” Piles of books, papers, notebooks, bibles…hard to decipher letters…”I agree to waive testimony in this case.” (No.) And a line from a vintage Talking Heads song, “this is not my life”, mocks me in my despair. … Continue reading Shelter seeking
“I’ve begun a notebook of “things I’ve noticed” because in trauma your world shrinks to a tiny pinpoint. On my run today, I noticed a vole, the breeze cutting through the humidity, and a smiling dog. It felt good to laugh.” – May 30, 2013 You see that photo of the banana wagon? Yep. It … Continue reading What I’ve noticed
I love the tag-line for Wrecked.org, “when life as you know it doesn’t work anymore.” Aren’t we all a little wrecked? Disillusioned? A wee bit uncomfortable in the way this divine mystery unfolds? The winds howl, the assault continues on an unfortified people, folks are lost and lonely…and sometimes the truth of a loving God … Continue reading Along the broken road
Oblivion, noun: 1. the state of being unaware or unconscious of what is happening. 2. the state of being forgotten I’ve driven lots of miles lately. Two weeks ago, I added 1,900 big city and uber-rural miles to my on-the-road-with-Allie journal. This current trip is going to arrive at close to 1,400 miles before … Continue reading roadmap to oblivion
This Mom’s Day morning rose cool and bright with ideas in my head for multiple blogs. But I could not get the website to work. So I left with friends for the country home of a mom and grandmom. It was gentle and peaceful and solid and warm and friendly this place where three generations … Continue reading In the company of women
I am homeless right now. No adventure-driven leap into the arms of a God I cannot see to seek and save the lost. I am the bird without a nest. Sitting here, in an emptyish Tulsa apartment listening to the Sunday morning traffic motor towards church or coffee or points unknown, tears fall for … Continue reading Bird without a nest
Sometimes we’re called to a task – a race – that we aren’t prepared to run. We stand at the start with shaking knees, dripping eyes and nose, and a real sense of dread. The gun fires and we are called to engage. We know that we aren’t ready for the mileage ahead. Will that … Continue reading The race set before us
The Princess Bride is keeping me company in this rather solemn night. A bit of brevity after a hell-of-a-week. I appreciate the emotional respite – the oasis – this goofy movie creates in a week of innocents lost. Monday. Oh Monday. Boston was shaken and so was the nation. We who go and give … Continue reading Inconceivable
Yesterday, I ran for joy. Not for a race, time, fitness or some other noble pursuit; I ran for joy. Sort of like Forrest Gump; I just ran. After years of starts and stops, contemplative conversations during shared runs over the Flint Hills, and the refuge of running alone with a God I cannot see – … Continue reading Wrecking ball
