My God, The Gods We Make

We don’t make God our god, rather, we make the ideas of Him our god. We make the things that satisfy: feelings, emotions, beliefs, and our fixes for what is craved. The objects. The physical. The lessons learned. We use the gods to depict God, much like the image of Him we see in Cathedrals. Like the stone figure at our graves… We dig through … Continue reading My God, The Gods We Make

Morning Minding

I know that God is real. Anyone who doesn’t see it must be completely blind. Have you ever looked at the ground and observed the ants crafting their excavated hills — constantly doing their work in order to take care of the queen located somewhere within the ground beneath? Have you? Or, have you seen the microscopic bacteria magnified, observing just how alive they truly … Continue reading Morning Minding

Morning Meditations

In the morning, I usually sit at our kitchen island, on a bar stool. Throughout the island are little remnants of our lives: various papers, pencils and pens, bills, keys, wires for devices, magazines, and this laptop that I use to write. Although we have five here, I find myself alone in this early hour. The kids are asleep, one is away. My wife is … Continue reading Morning Meditations

Invasion Of The Joy Snatchers

Do you ever feel as though you joy is being robbed from you? Within the last few weeks, I have. It had been a very stressful time in recent days as I took on the many tasks, dealings with people and the lack of sleep. The combination had me pretty edgy throughout most of the hours. A very physical occupation which also requires a great … Continue reading Invasion Of The Joy Snatchers

Gone Fishing

I figured I’d write how I honestly feel, as writing has become how I personally deal. Inevitable sins in which I commit, accompanied by sadness and true feelings of s?@t. Throw in mental problems that I’ve battled so long and receive the pure dread of hell when I’m gone. Church screwed up my head and pride of the men who claimed they were “called” brought … Continue reading Gone Fishing

The Christmas Saunter

He walked right by us with his head hung low. His heavy bags of belongings were busting. No one looked up to acknowledge him. His odor was disgusting. Just behind our backs after passing, he turned to us to say, “Do you know what Jesus gave to each and every one of you today?” Dumbfounded by his question we just stood there, silently. Perhaps we … Continue reading The Christmas Saunter

Sum Of Us

Everybody copes — one prays, one mopes. Another spends their time shooting dope. Everybody dies — one of the natural , one from the lies. Another finds the way to commence suicide. Everybody has a pain — one is the physical, one is whom they blame. Another uses it to maintain. Everybody lives — one takes, one gives. Another purges themselves of their sins. Everybody … Continue reading Sum Of Us