True Romance

True romance is found in pajamas,

sitting around reading a book,

and talking at tea shops

until the words run out.


True romance is day-long outings

to places you have never been before,

to explore something at a whim.

They’re in compliments over dinner

and simply holding hands while walking down the street.


True romance is found is the quiet running of errands

the conscious choice to spent time together,

being engaging,

laughing, listening, being a sounding board

to the day’s (mis)adventures.


True romance is found outside of solutions

when drama is spilled forth,

in the simple words “that stinks” and “I’m sorry.”


It’s helping out someone in need,

a friend, a family member, some guy on the street.

It’s cheering your partner on as they pursue their dreams,

and calling them out when they go astray.


It’s forgiving and being forgiven.

It’s serving God together

and hanging out with mutual friends.


It’s a hug. It’s a touch. It’s a smile.

It’s all the little things, as fluttery as a butterfly

caught up in the wind.



The sun shines upon our windshield as we drive down the Blue Ridge, blaring 106.9 as we drive ’round bikers and sight seers toward the top of Grandfather Mountain.

Finally, we get there and we pull over and park. We pull the picnic stuff out of the back, the basket and the food and the sparkling water and the blankets. We take the short hike up through the trees, waving to other hikers, families and couples and elderly people with dogs.

We reach the top. We go out to the edge and look out. People are taking selfies. We stretch out our blanket and set up shop. We talk about the day, of work and worries, of small celebrations. We eat every last morsel and drink every drop, then we pack up and go home.

The view is just as lovely going down. It’s not about the journey or even the destination, but the time together. You gotta redeem the time while you can, cuz it’s fleeting. That’s for sure.

In the meantime, we’re happy just being us.


Wow! The moment you walked in the room
I was blown away.
Your aura, your glow
is like something out of a painting.

You glide through the room.
Everyone you touch, hug,
talk to, interact with…
it’s like they were grey and now they’re
in technicolor.

A Dolly Levi,
we’re so glad you’re back home.
Don’t ever go away again.

You see me. You smile.
We hug.
You are so intimately huggable.
You tell me of your adventures.

Rock climbing, sword fighting
Fancy dinners with heads of state.
I struggle to keep my jaw from dropping.
You are like something out of a fairy tale.

You ask me how my day was.
Suddenly, I’m without words.
I’m sure I did something,
but I’m unclear as to what.

I am entranced by you.

I want to turn the tables around again.

I suddenly don’t care about what I had for breakfast
or where I went or what I did.
I just want to hear more about you.
But you care.
You look at me directly.
Your eyes never waver.
You are connecting.
Thank you God.
In this world of disconnect, I am thankful for you,
you who seemed born outside of this time and age.

I tell you about my day, my silly little interests
and endeavors.
You smile and you listen
until my story is done.

Then you talk to me about your dress,
how you made it.
How you bought those earrings
in that bazaar in Morrocco
And the shoes were made
by a lovely old woman
whose husband took you on a tour
of the Chow Phry river
in Thailand,
and how you studied Muay Thai there
and how you drank tea in China
and boba in Japan.

I tell you I am jealous
and you laugh.
“Just be you,” you say.
We hug again and you head off
to talk to others.
You are the eternal giver.

Later we will meet for wine
and fireside chats,
you will tell other stories
and struggles
worries and concerns,
of your ailing mother
and your brother who has gone away.

I will see the side of you
I rarely get to see,
the honest side behind the superstar.

You will tell of your search for hope and meaning
and how you travel around the world,
always looking for it.

In some ways, that is my favorite part of you.
Not because it hurts, but because it is true.
You will apologize for rambling on,
but my friend you are never rambling.

These are the important things,
the hidden gems.

You tear up for an instant.
Only a moment.
You are strong.
You brush the tear away.

The words run away.
We sit there in the quiet.
I squeeze your knee.
We rise.
We take a walk by the pier.
We find a bench.
We sit.
You rest your head on my shoulder.
We watch the river pass by.

Later on, we’re over at your place.
So you can slip into your favorite
flannel pajamas.
We watch old Marx brothers movies,
followed by a documentary
on the best places to drink coffee.

Finally, you fall asleep.
I kiss your forehead,
make sure the blanket is tight,
will keep you warm through the night.

Then I step out,
into the street lights.
The stars are up ahead.
I smile.
I click my heels.
It’s moments like that
and people like you,
that make life worth living.

Even if tomorrow were to never come
I am thankful for today,
for you, for everything
You are a hummingbird,
always extracting the sweet nectar of life
from the world.

You’ve Got to Want Him

Read: Luke 24:13-35

I love the fact that, over and over again, Jesus’ own disciples do not recognize Him. Not on the road to Emmaus, not on the seaside. Not in entirety of the Old Testament. I think I love this so much because all of us, nowadays, “know” what Jesus looks like, because once upon a time a rich Spanish lord paid an artist to use his son to model as Jesus, and ever since then we have taken that image as THE picture of Jesus. But the Jesus in Scripture remains a mystery. He happens upon people, then He moves on, leaving them only with a feeling that they have been with the Divine.

This is important to note, because so often we KNOW who God is, what He is doing, and what He is saying to His people. But God remains higher, loftier, magical in a way. This is not because He does not want to be known. On the contrary, He wants people to seek Him out earnestly. To those people, He reveals Himself. You’ve got to want it. You’ve got to want Him.

So, friends, I leave you with this opportunity: to seek out the real and living God. He may surprise you. He may even shock you. But all that is good, because now you are in a real relationship, and relationship is at the core of our faith system.

Will you be so bold as to pursue Him?

The Desire to be Known

I think it’s fascinating that,

as long as the disciples knew Jesus,

they had they hardest time knowing Him as He was,

Savior and LORD, God of the universe.

The concept was just too high for them.

Yes, they did not yet have the discernment of the Holy Spirit

while He was with them in flesh,

but I don’t think much has changed since then.

The more years I spent with Jesus,

the larger and more intimate and mysterious He becomes.

He reminds me that He is LORD and I am man,

but He want to be known just as I would know my wife

or parents or friends.

So, in a way, that invites me to appreciate the mystery of those

around me, to constantly be amazed by them,

as they lower their guard and I lower mine,

and we all catch a glimpse of something beautiful,

something God designed in the very beginning.