Friday, May 26, 2017

A Most Beautiful Church

Lake Taggart at Grand Teton National Park in Wyoming

When traveling, I've always enjoyed the majesty and mystery of the many churches built throughout history; soaring arches and ceilings, carefully considered lighting in sync with seasonal rhythms, and the various carvings, stained-glass windows, and statuesque tributes.

Saint Augustine - Minster, Ohio
My memories are chock full of photo snippets from Churches in England, France, Sweden, New York, and even my hometown church of Minster Ohio.

However, none of those memory snippets compare to some of the outdoor location memories where my heart felt an overwhelmingly strong message that I was, at that very moment, in "the" Church of God and so very close to our Father.

As a Boy Scout, I first experienced a wilderness version of...

Thursday, December 15, 2016

Da Blues

“Nobody loves me but my Momma.  And she might be jivin’ too.”

Do you know da blues?  If not, that sole little line gives you just a taste of the blues. Let’s explore a few more such lyrics to broaden your view.

Thanks to my Dad, I’ve loved the blues from a very early age.  The driving beat of the drum, the deep thump of a bass, the moaning, wailing, cry of a lead guitar all backing a story of blues; a down and out, downer of a story that somehow still makes you feel good. Even if only because, as you listen and jive along, you realize every blues singer in the world must be sadder than you.

Now, “some folks say the blues ain't bad, must not have been these worried blues they had”

“If it wasn’t for bad luck, I wouldn’t have no luck at all”

“You got to suffer if you want to sing the blues”
And “If you don’t dig the blues, you gotta a hole in your soul”

My business trip to the east coast this week was supposed to be quick - fly out

Wednesday, October 05, 2016

A Smoky Adventure

It started like so many other ideas. Two long-time friends enjoying a pub dinner halfway through their first beer, one friend says to the other, “Wanna backpack the entire Smoky Mountains National Park using the Appalachian Trail? It's only about 75 miles.” The other friend finished his beer, set down the mug, and simply said “I'm in.”

That is how my Great Smoky Mountain adventure of last month came to be. Jeff and I have