Pastor, I Cannot Sleep
I wrote this fictional story while I was preparing a sermon on Matthew 11:28-30. Years ago I received a call from a member of a church whose son had committed suicide. This story doesn’t reflect that conversation nor are the names of the people involved real people. Any resemblance to a real person is purely accidental. Tom, Gloria, and Jimmy are fictional characters in a story I created from similar calls in my life as a pastor. Remember this is a fictional story.
The Lord’s Prayer for 2023
Wow, Lord. Things are mighty ugly down here right now. So many people are hurting ... are hurt ... are angry ... are confused. But you are good and righteous, and just, and Love. We need your kingdom to reign down here as you reign in heaven. A lot of us have so much daily bread, we're bloated
No More Death
Death is like the proverbial white elephant in the room. Nobody wants to talk about it or acknowledge we will all die someday. We have euphemisms for death like: he passed, he kicked the bucket, he is pushing up daisies, he has gone to heaven, he croaked, or my favorite, he is six feet under.
Through the Wilderness
It feels like the wilderness is getting a bit more “wildernessy”. If you're watching any news these days, the situations all around the globe are quite disturbing. It seems like so many are walking in the wilderness of anger ... despair ... uncertainty ... and we need the voice of reason and calm and assurance.
WEBLOS Camp Out Part 1
Thank you for following the adventures of Doogie Growing Up in Greenhills. Thanks for the comments and suggestions. Be reminded this is pure fiction and any resemblance to a real person is not intentional. This is a serialized story. I am writing each week and posting what I write. Some weeks are longer than others. This week’s writing will be posted in two installments. I mentioned in the story Winton Woods, it is a real park that borders Greenhills. There is a Kingfisher pond where there was a bridge built by the Boy Scouts but no campground.