They are marching in St. Paul

I gave up on church a long time ago. My church used to march whenever wisdom would whisper the quieted cry for justice. And mercy. I get that. I need that again. My friend Daniel helps me see that.


Why Are We So Lonely? | Cole NeSmith | Articles, Videos, Writing by Cole NeSmith

Sunday hike to Hidden Lake with Gabe










In-Sight: Still Falling in the Garden

Very thoughtful insight on our plague…sin


Adam and Even fell into sin in the Garden of Eden.  We continue to fall in the garden through the same sin:  the attitude which says, “What’s yours is mine, I’ll take it.”  Our primal ancestors took what was only supposed to be the prerogative of God–the knowledge of good and evil–and claimed it for themselves.  Deity can handle dualism, humanity cannot.  Egotism grows and expands whenever we think we know better and then self-authorize ourselves to move around the world taking what is not ours.

Whether it be money, territory, dignity, reputation, virginity, integrity,  intellectual property, passwords, photographs, or whatever else, our world is the victim of ego’s arrogance:  “What’s yours is mine, I’ll take it.”  We are a global community of thieves.

It happens on Wall Street and on our street.  It happens through terrorism and through the political process.  It happens in back alleys and board rooms. …

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You Were Born a Poet

this is quite simple. basic. worthy of deep reflection. I will do well to come and drink heavily of this often.

You Were Born a Poet.

My review of Hometown Prophet by Jeff Fulmer

I’ve not been a big fan of Christian Science Fiction. The last novel I read was Frank Peretti’s “The Visitation” back in 1999 and while I appreciated the work, the genre just didn’t stick well with my squirly reading preferences, so I was pleasantly surprised by Jeff Fulmer’s “Hometown Prophet” and the main character Peter Quill. Having lived most of my life in Tennessee and being a minister’s son I found it easy to connect with Peter’s dry and somewhat cynical bent.

At 31 he is forced to move back home with his mother after his life spirals down in utter disappointment. He has a transforming encounter with God that leads to a series of cryptic dreams that predict future events and sends him (and us) on a rollercoaster ride ditching the press, law enforcement and patriotic fundies as his journeys are fueled by his newly found passion to use this gift to help those affected by the events and environmental catastrophes he dreams about. He goes through the same sufferings and criticisms you read about in the Old Testament prophets. He soon finds his gift has changed his life and his walk with God.

I found this story to be extremely relevant and hard to put down, a really suspenseful page turner. Not only are the characters engaging and diverse, I found the message behind the story of what can happen when someone uses the gift of prophesy in a world desperate to know God is there and cares a refreshing change from the end times rapture scare rags we’ve been offered the last decade or so. Jeff Fulmer is a superb storyteller. Other reviews can be seen here

Mysteria Uneased

It’s not that i wish to shake you from your idolatry of Calvin,

and all his isms, as much i propose the unbridled joy of a dance,

a jig with the triune creator in 3/4 time,

for we are after all the fourth beat. 


This thought was inspired by Len Sweet’s ‘I am a follower’