The Road VIII

I love writing. Yet as much as I love it, I get picky about the process. Everything must be just right: right mood, right circumstance, right idea. If it doesn’t feel exactly right, I get distracted and let my mind wander. The truth is, unless I have a deadline (real not imagined), I will findContinue reading “The Road VIII”

The Road VI

Last week, I told you about my first car, a 1989 Camaro. I also told you that I was not the greatest driver as sixteen-year-old, in fact, quite the opposite. I have driven at speeds that would terrify anyone other than race car drivers and took chances that no one in their right mind shouldContinue reading “The Road VI”

The Road V

It was December of 1988, Christmas break. I was a fifteen-year-old sophomore at the time. For those of you who do not know Greek, sophomore is a fun word. It literally means ‘wise moron,’ a term applied to students in their second year of high school or college because they have learned enough to thinkContinue reading “The Road V”

The Road IV

Desmond During World War II, sixteen million men and around three hundred fifty thousand women took up uniforms and fought across Europe, Africa, Asia, and the oceans of the world. Out of these, four hundred and thirty-one were awarded the Congressional Medal of Honor, the highest award given to those in the armed services. ButContinue reading “The Road IV”

The Road III

Getting Packed: The Image of Christ Imitation My father’s uncle, Burl, was an avid hunter and fisherman. He spent most of his free time either chasing animals through woods or chasing fish through the water. As a little kid, I heard stories of how he and his best friend, who was my grandfather on theContinue reading “The Road III”

The Road II

Being Formed | Jeremiah 18:1-6 Throwing Pots Richard Black was the middle school art teacher at Stewart Middle School, a large, serious man with the critical eye of a collector or curator. I learned more about art and aesthetic in three years of being in that classroom than I did at anytime outside of itContinue reading “The Road II”

Loving the Unlovable IV

I’m mad as $%#@ and I’m not going to take it anymore! I’m Mad AS %$#@! Do you ever get mad? I mean really mad; like screaming, yelling, throwing stuff mad? You look at the situation you are in, realize there is horrid injustice in it (at least from your perspective), and you just, plain,Continue reading “Loving the Unlovable IV”

Loving the Unlovable III

The Great Pretender When I was a kid, I got introduced to the Motown sound; The Temps, The Tops, The Supremes, Wilson Pickett, Jackie Wilson, The Marvelettes. Along with a wide variety of music – from George Jones to Ira Gershwin to the Georgia Satellites – the music of the Motor City floated through theContinue reading “Loving the Unlovable III”

Loving the Unlovable II

Pity Party This morning, I have a short poem to get us started, I threw a party, a party for one; A party that no one could have undone; A party where nothing went my way; But then again, I planned it that way. I planned to be miserable, let no one forget; I threwContinue reading “Loving the Unlovable II”

Loving the Unlovable I

Running Away Running from yourself The cowboy philosopher Will Rogers said, “Nothing is as stupid as an educated man if you get him off the thing he was educated on.”[1] Don’t believe it? I have more than ninety hours of graduate level education in religion, theology, and social sciences but you could make me lookContinue reading “Loving the Unlovable I”