Category Archives: short story

A Tired Walker, a Hot Day, A Dirt Road

He

was

bent

or

so it looked to me.

He

was

old

or

so it seemed to me.

I

passed him

easily.

I was young.

He

looked

down

at the dirt road.

He

did not

look

up

at me

even after I got by him.

I

know

he did not look

at me

even after I got by him.

I looked back.

He was still bent and old.

He was still looking down

at the dirt road.

Only

now

he was

behind

me.

When

I looked

ahead

there was this one bend

in the dry road

at least

so far as

I

could see.

When

I

looked back

again

he was

gone

or so it seemed to me.

The bend in the road

was still

ahead.

I passed it easily.

I was young.

The Necessity of the Christ for a Good Life

On Resurrection Sunday a few years ago, numerous pastors of churches in a fading mainline American denomination rose to deny Jesus. The statement dozens of these heretics had agreed upon was spoken as in unison. They said, “Jesus, called the Christ, if he ever actually existed, was certainly not the ┬ádivine Son of God and… Continue Reading

Why Bother to Believe AT All?

I perceive God as Tri-une; impossible, unlikely, nearly incomprehensible. I apprehend God in Jesus, (the, not a) Christ, foretold by the prophets, announced by angels, pursued by powerful foreigners, born of the Blessed Virgin Mary, his death twice ordered by the Jealous Powerful (at His Advent, again at the Cross). Jesus lived a perfect life,… Continue Reading

Writer’s Note II-On the Sabbath Day (Christian)-Discrimen

I am writing in this space about Jesus, whom I call the Christ. His name is part name, part title, as are most of our names, if we know them. If we do not know the title that is our name, no matter. we seek titles to put before and after our names, cluttering our… Continue Reading

A Perfect Villain, Post Eleven

The moral arc of the universe bends slowly, slightly, a strand at a time, but it finally strains toward justice. Our opposition to evil persons may bring pain to our own house; the good does not always win, it ultimately wins. How soon good triumphs is directly in line with the stridence of our opposition… Continue Reading

Perfect Villain-Post Ten

The Road a twisted serpent lay t’wixt home of blessed hope and the final tie where night confines the day. There in that shallow shadow of twisted moment’s thought Red was green and fell between with some memories he’d brought. He, chaste lover, ┬áconfidant of clowns, sadly sinking. slowly keeling. simply drowns. While he dies… Continue Reading

The Perfect Villain, Post Seven

Time does not do what we claim for it. Time does not fly. Time does not drag. Time does not stretch out endlessly. Time was not. Time is now. Time will end. Time exists only where (and when) time can be measured. Eternity stretches out on both sides of time, beginning and end. Time ends… Continue Reading

The Perfect Villain, Post Six

Follow God? Obey God? Sacrifice for God? I barely want anything to do with God. That is, if God is only or mostly the silly, smug person presented in our dumbed down churches. God better be better than what we hear, or what is the point? Most Americans could attain the same things we get… Continue Reading

A Perfect Villain, Post Five

If you read here at all, you understand my preference for Christianity over all other religions and, indeed, my preference for Christianity over no religion at all. If I prefer Christianity (and I do) it is because I prefer the Person of the Christ over the Face(s) of other Faith(s). The Christ is extraordinarily competent,… Continue Reading

In America, Racial Humor Will…

…cause some serious strain on relationships. So, it is with the greatest fear that I acknowledge a well-known racial fact. Ready? As we enter the six hour marathon known as the Academy Awards, or Oscars (all rights reserved, trademarked name), I lament this racial certainty. Apparently, I am the only white man in America who… Continue Reading