Old words for my current life

Thrifting is what Nancy and I do for fun. Seldom antiques, mostly just stuff. The other day, in a store we frequent, I asked if the vinyl records were gone. “No,” the staff member said. “They’ve been moved. But would you like to see the new ones someone just brought in? Like 100 or so?” I agreed. […]

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Water Bottle

Rich Dixon invites us to join him in thinking about helping.  +++ I’ve been thinking quite a bit about the homeless guys I wrote about last time. I still don’t know what Jesus would have done, or what I should have done, when I encountered them. They were maybe 20-30 yards off the trail, and it’s not […]

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Up to me.

I woke up early, aware of chaos out there. The psalmist said “Don’t fret.” I woke up tired from two long days, aware of the chaos out there. The psalmist said, “Don’t fret.” I woke up early, anticipating a very long day of scheduled activities, aware of the chaos out there. The psalmist said, “Don’t […]

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A prayer for the eighteenth Sunday in Ordinary Time

God. I realized as I looked for the readings for today that I can do no better, be no more honest in prayer, than the writer of Psalm 17. They may have come from conversation with you and David, but these words have been repeated to you over and over for millennia, and they are always […]

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