SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT, THE CHURCH
FERN SUNDAY
By request, I am recounting the story of “FERN SUNDAY” (an unofficial observance of my own; the Sunday before Palm Sunday – last Sunday, in fact.) First, I know this...
By request, I am recounting the story of “FERN SUNDAY” (an unofficial observance of my own; the Sunday before Palm Sunday – last Sunday, in fact.) First, I know this...
I am, by nature, an introvert. It seems strange to people who know me well, but like many performers, teachers, and ministers, I need and love alone time in my...
I was in my car, on my way to Indianapolis. I was in the right-hand lane (going the speed limit…really!) and a car drove past me, pulled in front of...
I was a small boy who could barely read when my mother began instilling in my little brain the idea of memorizing things: phone numbers, addresses, scripture, poems. She was...
(reprinted from June 2019) 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 love to travel, as you all know, and am travelling as I write this BLOG today: this ASH WEDNESDAY. I love seeing our beautiful world and the people in...
I used to be a percussionist, in Middle School/High School, and played a multitude of percussion instruments in both orchestra and band. Percussion is fascinating, and for anyone with a...
Upon the rare occasion of “organizing” in my home, I ran across a photo album from my one and only trip to ITALY. As is often the case, the organization...
On this day in 2017 we, at Central, lost our friend and sister, Cheryl Calder – as she passed into her new, eternal, and fabulous life. I wrote this a...
He walked in through the doors from the narthex of the church, where I had just started working as Music Director, and he looked grumpier than usual. “Oh, good.” I...