Saved. A poem.
As a Christian I find I don’t write enough poetry about my God. Time to rectify that. Continue reading Saved. A poem.
As a Christian I find I don’t write enough poetry about my God. Time to rectify that. Continue reading Saved. A poem.
I’m taking a break from online dating. It’s just too depressing. Awkward, tiring and depressing. Big sigh. Continue reading Strike Three – I’m out!
I have loved pancakes for many years. Although I make no great claims regarding my epicurean knowledge or experiences, I like to think I’m a bit of a connoisseur when it comes to pancakes. I’ve had all types of strange and exotic mixes, with sides too varied and eccentric to list here. Continue reading Dietary Disaster
Some of us run wildly through life, without care or concern for the consequences. Some of us tread cautiously, looking both ways, weighing the odds.
Some of us let our fears overcome us, and before we know it, we’re approaching middle age and still don’t know how to avoid life’s oncoming cars. Continue reading Pedestrian. A poem.
So, just what is my purpose in the grand scheme of things? I have to admit, most of the time I’m not sure. Does this make me a bad Christian? No. At the very least, it makes me human. Continue reading Waiting for a sign…
Another poem. So much for me saying I don’t write poetry. It’s almost all I’ve done this week. I think I’ve got a bit of a knack for it. Continue reading Womb. A poem.
I’ve been playing guitar for around 25 years, and not long ago I gave my original old Aria acoustic to a friend and updated to a Takemine. It sounds wonderful and I’ve written about twenty songs on it since I got it. Continue reading The Music of Hope
Alpha Girl reclines on the lounge and eyes me venomously. “So when are you going to get out and meet someone? I know it’s hard, you being a loser and all, but other people do it.”
Beta Max thumbs his Xbox controller and nods. “She’s right you know. You’ve been a hermit for too long, man.”
Through artful manipulation of multiple controller buttons I eliminate his on screen avatar, turn and smile at them both. “I’ll have you know that I’ve thought about that. I’m writing a blog about it later.” Continue reading The Perils of Christian Dating (or “ask questions first and shoot after you’re married”)