Goldfish and Clowns. Where God's not dead and neither are we.

Yesterday was my Mom’s first birthday.

First, in that it was the first one she wasn’t here to celebrate.

Those of who who belong to the unfortunate fellowship know that the first time without is brutal. First birthday, anniversary, holiday; none come and go without leaving their mark.

The hope and prayer is one learns how to accept pain, . . . → Read More: Prisms

My Mom’s birthday is July sixth. She was born in 1926. Mom was as patriotic as they come.

On the Fourth in July in 1976, her smartalec teenage son (that would have been me) asked her what it felt like to be a quarter as old as her country. As I recall, she wasn’t exactly thrilled with . . . → Read More: The Things You Remember About Holidays

My Mom passed away last night.

Not much more to say, . . . → Read More: Personal Note

… not to be bitter, spiteful, and all that.

It’s not working very well.

You see, I poured my guts into the book. It was more than a personal act of returning to my first love. It was a statement about the artists. Their music matters. Their ministry matters. But above all else, they matter.

I knew throughout it’d . . . → Read More: I’m Trying Very Hard Lately…

And one of these days I’ll actually get . . . → Read More: I’m Still Here, Honest

As those of you who’ve made it through to the afterword of God’s Not Dead (And Neither Are We) know, a few years ago I had surgery on my left arm to alleviate ulnar nerve entrapment, this going along with carpal tunnel surgery on my left hand. The latter condition was primarily due to the former, . . . → Read More: A Quiet Moment Of Healing Thyself

I’ve been playing guitar a lot the past couple of days.

It’s a good thing.

More on . . . → Read More: It’s A Good Thing

Sometimes the words don’t come easily.

Sometimes not at all.

There is a measure of sorrow in my heart as I look at the world in which I live. So many things I don’t understand; so many things I wish to change but can’t.

I find myself staring at the computer screen, trying to make sense of it all . . . → Read More: When Words Fail

… but the blogger is barely able to register a whisper tonight.  Try it . . . → Read More: The Blogging May Be At Full Volume…