Sunday Morning Thoughts: 4.16.17

Yes, I know already. It happened. Again. You don’t need to say it. It is already quite clear. It is no longer morning. And, it is a day late for Sunday. So be it. Though I could, I won’t blame it on the holiday. I was working anyway. Someone must, right? And with that, the…

Sunday Morning Thoughts: 4.9.17

In the moments words began to appear here, for me, the sun was just gathering up to rise. I cannot say what time it will be when this message reaches you. As with most things, I don’t think that matters as much as we might think. So. For this morning, what then? What will it…

Sunday Morning Thoughts: 4.2.17

What a thing it is, to never grow tired. It may have never been done entirely, but I can personally attest to small scale wonders of such. Some way, somehow, some things never grow old. Even as flesh and mind does.

Sunday Morning Thoughts: 3.19.17

I often ask myself about futility. Or, I am this morning, at least. Whether there is control or not and how the business about bothering up a try at anything can seem pointless. Fruitless. Because, as we all know, you cannot fail if you do not try. It’s a dichotomy. One needs the other to…