“Are you ready?” he said with his handlebar mustache and cologne.

“I believe so,” he said with his baseball cap hung low on his face.

He extracted from his person a gold watch. His guest’s eyes twinkled as they saw it.

He took a moment, then undid the clasp.

Suddenly, the cafe around them froze. Coffee stopped pouring. Customers ceased from talking. The world stood suspended in time.

Out from the opened pocket-watch arose a great light: a fairy with translucent wings. It danced about the cafe. He watched it, a boy again.

As it flew over the man’s hand, he caught it and handed it to his guest.

“It’s yours now,” he said.

The guest reached over and took it

“What shall I do with it?” he said.

“That’s up to you,” said the man, “but I pray you do something beautiful.”

The guest took it. It sparkled in his hand, dissolved into his skin. Her eyes shone an iridescent blue.

“I will do just that said,” he said.

The world began to move again. The man disappeared, but his guest remained, iridescent as ever and ready to take on the day.


Holy God, Mother & Father

Holy God,

You are Mother and Father

Jesus, my brother

other believers, my siblings

I rest within Your house

I obey Your rules

I belong to Your family

What a heritage!

What a legacy!

Teach me the stories of

those who came before me

I have all eternity

perhaps, if they have a moment,

they could tell me themselves,

tell me the stories of how they came

to know You and the adventures You took them on

and the things they learned,

and I could tell them the same.

Take Me to the Renaissance

Take me to the Renaissance,

not the faire (though I do like a good turkey leg).

Take me waaaaaay back

to when we was all plump

and muscular

and innovative,


with nymphs,

chilling with Shakespeare,

communing with the greats

as they painted the Saints

Jesus on the cross

and glimpses blood and tumult

and heaven.

Dear Little Boy

Dear little boy,

so scared and thin,

it is time to become

a man

to take the hand of the lonely

to feed the hungry

to lead the church

and cover your family

in eagle’s wings.

Welcome everyone you meet

into a safe and empowering place

where they can explore and grow.

Make bold choices

Be patient and kind.

Not Superman

but a simple man

in love with


and with God.



o Mighty, Majestic Creator God

We’re all so beautiful

Made from clay and bone

Filled with the warmth of blood

pumping wildly ‘neath

the softest of skin

Our mouths breathe forth the breath

first put into by God,

the laws say nothing is lost

The power and majesty of the First Day

still surrounds us

every day.

LORD, open my eyes so I can see it

see you

see everything

angels, demons, hope life love danger

community need

let me fall to my knees and thank you

for I am in of everything

You touch

o Mighty Majestic Creator

of heaven and earth.