Samuel and me,
playing our Stringer guitars
handcrafted by Hulon Stringer
... here, at the end of days, there are loose ends... random journal thoughts, homeless expressions of a wandering mind... may they find a home in you...
Is my faith an event or a lifestyle?
From which perspective do I relate to best-
from below the horizon or from above?
Am I pushing walls outward or pulling walls inward?
Is there an aspect of honor contained within generosity?
What are my students actually learning?
What does 'making a living' mean?
Am I on par with a broken clock- true twice a day?
If I were a font, would I be serif or sans-serif?
How can a person be heard if they haven't found their voice?
Is shame a consequence or an attachment?
Understand God? I don't understand me!
Bits and Pieces:
My needs give other believers the opportunity to be the Body of Christ. Why am I uncomfortable with that?
In the natural realm, sight precedes sound.
Before a word can be spoken, it must first exist. Speaking lends breath to the thought.
Truth is easier to chew when you are smiling.
Sometimes I feel I am a piece that fell from a puzzle box.
Mistakes leave scars.