Essays
Reader – I’ve always been fascinated with the physical world we live in, the areas of science and technology, and the God who created and enabled it all. I love to read, create, ruminate, and ponder our beautiful and frightening world. I endeavor to explore the inner depths and outer lives of our humanity. I weave into these essays my learnings and my musing from those experiences.
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I was listening to Pandora and the song “Shut up and Dance” by Walk the Moon came on. I do like that song. Whenever I hear it, images from the video I’d seen in the past play in my head, the dancing and music shimming together through me even as I sit at my desk.…
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As I’ve noted previously, I love winter and layers of snow. The shivery cold, the drifts carved by wind, the thick blanket damping sound, and the gentle fall of flakes – those little snow fairies drifting to the ground. When the sun comes out, the glistening crystals reflect across the expanse, like a scattered field…
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I try to read a daily reflection in the early mornings, and the one today struck a heart chord. It reminded me of a question I’d learned in counseling that played a key role in healing my marriage. We’ve been together 50 years now. The first few decades had their ups as well as significant…
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The 1978 song The Gambler by Kenny Rogers is a favorite of mine. I think its popularity, beyond Kenny’s warm, appealing voice, relates to the poetic lyrics that pluck at the heartstrings. The words wrap a deeper meaning about how we live our lives using the imagery of an old-time gambler sharing some advice. They’re…
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There’s an old adage that says what you love about your spouse before marriage is the same thing that you’ll eventually hate after getting married. I cringe at the harshness of the word ‘hate’, so would use despise or loathe as slightly more nuanced words. For anyone who’s been married more than a few years,…
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[I wrote this essay soon after the fall of the Bashir Assad regime in Syria in December, 2024] Tears fall as I write this. I weep, glasses off, rivulet’s running down my cheeks, the room around me unseen. I’m lost in the pain of others as I read article on my phone – “Syria’s former…
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Winter in the snowy north elicits a variety of feelings and desires. Love it, hate it, endure it, marvel in it – take your choice. As people age, I’ve observed that many, believers in God or not, let the negatives start to overwrite the positives. And some of the negatives become significant, life coloring, especially…