There they were again. The dangling irony of memorial Nikes . . . I was walking home from my neighbor’s house. They’d just had a piano recital and I was still full of music when I saw the pair of tennis shoes flung over the telephone wire that crosses my street – instantly redefining, at least for m...

This past weekend, over my morning coffee, I opened my news app and read the awful headline– “Eight Migrants Found Dead in the Rio Grande.” While we’ve seen these reports of the atrocities at our Southern Border for nearly two years, this one hit harder. Just weeks ago, I stood on those very same ri...

Although I am pastoring a congregation in this beautiful part of God’s creation, I have not really made permanent residence here. So in a sense, I really have no right to fuss at the good folks who live here. However, I know the citizens of the Jena/ Trout area love both God and Country. This is pro...

A deacon was asked by his pastor to meet a guest speaker at the local airport. He stood patiently waiting and looking at each traveler as they claimed...

It may well turn out to be that Kamala Harris was not picked to be Joe Biden’s Vice-Presidential running mate because she checked all the right boxes ...

There I was standing in the middle of a riding arena with a bottle of cooking oil. I had been given the auspicious task of anointing the pig. I can ho...