I was in the mall on a recent Friday morning, a quick stop between the post office and the gym, because sometimes my life is like this. Except for the mall part. (I actually hate going to the mall, due to its uncanny propensity to awaken desires for things I don’t have and didn’t even … More Fourteen Seconds
He is before all things You can’t know–when waking at the gray cat’s paw to a dark sky–how the light will come through the trees at noon. Other things come first: the sliced turkey laid just so on the bread, carrots and cherry tomatoes, the mandarin, the note on the napkin. Coffee. He is before … More All Things Hold Together
Note: This post was first published on December 17, 2005, back when our church still had an orchestra. Because of conversations and thoughts I’ve had of late, I thought it was time to post it again. I have revised it a little, but only a little. Note 2: Not long after I posted this, my parents … More On Envy
I got to talk with Lynne tonight. A Real Conversation, our first in I don’t know how long. It’s morning there in Shanghai and she’s moved on to April, while here in Durham it’s the last night of March and it’s feeling like spring and the air is smelling like the crabapple blossoms in my … More Just Too Tired
