Sweet emptiness, Puffy, Non-nutritive. Dull. High calorie air. We gather to discuss Nothing Dressed in our marshmallow suits.

On this weekend after Thanksgiving 2020 we are moderately paranoid about the covid swirling around us. The pandemic response has been a monumental failure chiefly caused by exploitation of the willing. Willful ignorance abounds. Willingness to follow the malicious, untalented man in the White House reveals an existential threat apart…

we beheld His glory, the glory as of the only begotten of the Father, full of grace and truth. John 1:14 In the quiet times I contemplate questions like this: Is my faith merely a psychological pre-disposition? Is it just a preference for heroic fiction from the past? …

Among the poll workers — Heads down, gloves on, concentrating on one simple task: counting the individual votes that make up a collective decision. The Governor, Lt. Governor, and Secretary of the Commonwealth of PA all spoke to their duties of receiving votes, protecting votes, counting votes. Beautiful. Peaceful. Government. The live-cams showed busy people…

Must wash the muck Away In this dingy creek that flows on the way home. My father — Shamed — Works twice as hard To cover my inheritance. Wasted. Promise, promise him labor As servant not son To cover some — just some Of the damage I’ve done. Who is this Running this way? A man, Shameless, Exuberant, Like a silly girl?

The earth hums. Beneath the din A guitar strums. The writer pens The only story there ever was.

To attempt (or not) Medium authorship beyond dabbling — First a small devotion apropros for this moment: “Do not call conspiracy all that this people calls conspiracy, and do not fear what they fear, nor be in dread. But the Lord of hosts, him you shall honor as holy. Let him be your fear, and let him be your…

Musings of a Stranger to Evangelicalism — We have a problem. The politics of the day are a strong wedge far out-sizing the attractive force of fellowship among believers. Unity is lost under the rubble. …

Timbers crack Capitals crumble A nation scrambles from the carnage wrought By a porcine joke Pretending to be king. Pleas fail For he is deaf. The bearers of his litter Honor lecherous vows While the country swoons False prophets Mirror with egos all their own For influence Splattering pigs’ blood upon altars Formerly sacred Let the destroyers pass on To their deserved scorn Let the nation recover itself