Between Galveston Island and the Bolivar peninsula is a fairly wide stretch of water. Too deep and too rough to attempt driving across. And it would have taken many hours to drive around from Galveston to Bolivar. Someone had the grand idea to set up a ferry service and it is very handy. During the […]Read More BURIAL AT SEA
It was a gusty spring day as we walked into the nursery area of a large home improvement store. Dangerous territory for us, my sons and me. Scott was with me on that particular day. Like a child in a toy store, I practically raced around the aisles with my cart, grabbing at this and […]Read More A Tree Named HOPE
I had a new intake to do and instinct told me it would take a while. It involved driving south of Houston on I-45, all the way to the Galveston Seawall, then West to one of the small towns beyond it. With the sun shining and many high, puffy white clouds, the temperature was warm, […]Read More Thunder in the Air
It was the Tuesday morning Pastors meeting. 10 am. We straggled in and immediately headed to the coffee pot alongside the donuts, fruit and other tasty munchies. Gathered at a long table were 15 to 20 Pastors brought together for fellowship, prayer and preparation for next weeks sermon. All had agreed to use the Lectionary […]Read More THERE’S ALWAYS HOPE
The seasons of a year come and go. In Autumn, days get shorter and temperatures fall. My favorite time of year brings the leaves into colors of reds, oranges and yellows. The breeze blows, causing leaves to sound drier under foot. Oak leaves turn brown, remaining green in southern states, falling to the ground later […]Read More Seasons of Life
The smell of roses was overpowering. The sweet floral scent wasn’t perfume. It was the real thing. In this articulate home, this was a complete departure from normal. The house was typically clean, with no dust on the surfaces and none on the floor. The normal scent wash Pine Sol, that emanated from the kitchen […]Read More “A Rose By any other name would smell just as sweet”
In school, every time we had an in class day for Clinical Pastoral Training (CPE), one of the chaplains in training would be responsible for handling crises throughout the hospital so everyone else could remain in class. The first such days were fraught with worry as we had little experience and were fearful the right […]Read More SILENCE!
One day, a very long time ago, I received a powder blue bicycle that made my heart race in anticipation of flying down the street. I could picture my braids streaming behind me as the pavement flew under my tires. No one expected me to fly right away, nor that I’d end up in the […]Read More THE TREE VS THE BIKE