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CHURCH BURGERS
“I don’t believe in God anymore,” I overheard her say to a friend on the phone, while we were both in line at KROGER, “I just know too many hypocrites.” ...
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SONO QUI
On a recent trip there was a moment we were surrounded, on all sides, by families with children. As I age, I have a “love/hate” relationship with crowds. I like...
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DRY
A BLOG by PASTOR KEN RICKETT Lately, I have watched cracks in the dry soil around my yard widen up to a half inch or more. Dry. I have seen...
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MICHAEL
Each June I think about my friend, Michael. Michael was a conductor, chorus master, lecturer, author, musicologist, accompanist, and my vocal coach when I performed opera. He was also, more...
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TELL YOUR STORY
I have now sung with the Indianapolis Jazz Orchestra for 22 years. It’s been a wonderful run. We have played many “patriotic” gigs throughout the years, as we will this...
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THE DINNER JACKET
During my college years, in Seattle, I played the piano and sang – somewhat frequently – to try and make a living while going to class. I had some “regular...
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REMEMBERED SIN
She was as colorful a person as you would like to meet; my first piano teacher, Mrs. Beardsley. With a smoker’s cough, low voice, and a pink living room (I especially...
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KNOW THE END OF THE STORY
What I have always called, “the best day/the worst day” actually began the night before. It was when I was a sophomore, majoring in music performance, at the state university...
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IDENTIFICATION PLEASE?
A BLOG By Pastor Ken Rickett John 20: 24-29 Now Thomas, called Didymus, one of the Twelve, was not with the Disciples when Jesus came. So the other Disciples told...
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THE LOST SHEEP
Mrs. G. has become one of my favorite teachers, in memory. I was seven or eight-years-old when I stepped into her class, at Jason Lee Elementary, she stole my “creative” heart. ...