Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
To Ninivah
Monday, November 24, 2008
In the Pants.
The Evangelical Scandel. We seem to be interested in the Birds and Bees in Post:Re:Em:Evangelical world, but there is something that I think we may have missed. Why is LDS getting heat for something we were supposed to be against? Are we losing our touch or getting in touch? (And the coffee is from Mandolin Cafe in Tacoma.)
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
For Her
Every now and then the things I lean on lose their meaning and I find myself careening into places where I should not let me go. She has the power to go where no one else can find me and to silently remind me of the happiness and the good times that I know, got to know.
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
To Quote
"Our grasp of atonement is partial; the God we are grasping for is complete and whole." -Scot McKnight
Monday, October 27, 2008
Victrola
I was able to spend Saturday with my wife exploring some of Seattle's coffee. Victrola on E Pike took the lead with a helpful barista that pulled this beauty.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Killer Winged Slug
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Grimm's two lines.
Daughter: Mom, the sun is in my eyes.
Mom: Be grateful, it will be dark soon enough.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
And I really may just grow up and be like You someday
Did You try not to cry when You scraped Your knee?
Did You ever skip a rock across a quiet creek?
And did they tell You stories 'bout the saints of old?
Stories about their faith?
They say stories like that make a boy grow bold
Stories like that make a man walk straight
Monday, October 13, 2008
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Monday, September 15, 2008
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
Monday, August 25, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
Orbit of Office
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Es-Kay-Eight
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
On the Rood Again.
Listen! The choicest of visions I wish to tell,
which came as a dream in middle-night,
after voice-bearers lay at rest.
I am going to Montana, and as a previous saint once said, "Let's go with him, that we might die too."
which came as a dream in middle-night,
after voice-bearers lay at rest.
I am going to Montana, and as a previous saint once said, "Let's go with him, that we might die too."
Thursday, July 03, 2008
Going for a walk.
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