When my first son was a baby, I had a vision of him as a full grown man.
The boy dreamed the same dream I did, only his had a much better ending.
With Father's Day approaching, I thought I'd share this from an old blog: They entered the restaurant exhilarated: an old man carrying a small boy, probably a grandchild. The man's hand cradled the back of the child's head, holding it close to his own. I wondered if this was the first time these two had … Continue reading The Brotherhood of Fatherhood
When I was little, I took him seriously as a hero.
I quit believing and started seeing.
In Idabel, I loved walking among the trees near my home. Tall pines felt like older siblings watching over me as I walked on a carpet of needles and cones. At the right time of year, pecan trees left a snack on the ground for me to munch. Others offered full leaves to shade me … Continue reading I Love the Trees
In my journals which I've written all my adult life, one of the things I said repeatedly since the beginning that that I was lonely. If I was once your minister, please don’t feel guilty. You didn’t know and you didn’t cause this. I’m telling it now because I hurt people when I left the … Continue reading I Was Lonely