I Saw God on the Train

I saw God on the train and pretended I didn’t.But the only open seat was the row He was sitting in.I sat down quietly hoping he wouldn’t noticeBut he turned slowly, eyes sharp and focused“Oh, why do you bother turning your face?Are you hiding from me, my son?” I said, “Oh, God, not me I … Continue reading I Saw God on the Train →

Kairos & Coffee

This morning, with a warm cup of coffee in hand, I settled into my usual spot for devotions. The house was quiet, and for once, there was no rush. It was one of those rare mornings where time felt generous, as if offering me a chance to sit and breathe. The Greeks had two words … Continue reading Kairos & Coffee →

Why Do I Write?

There’s something powerful about seeing thoughts transformed into words on a page, like turning chaos into clarity. Writing slows everything down, giving me space to reflect and really think. I’ve realized over time that writing is more than just a hobby—it’s become the way I process life. Each sentence helps me make sense of the … Continue reading Why Do I Write? →

Pursuit of Excellence

There once was a park renowned for its serene beauty. At the park's heart is a quaint garden bordered by a once-proud wooden fence. Now, the fence is worn down, with broken slats, peeling paint, and a sagging gate that creaked with every gust of wind. Despite its condition, the fence was ignored, becoming a … Continue reading Pursuit of Excellence →

The Lower Lights

On a lonely stretch of shoreline, where the land met the tumultuous waters of Lake Erie, stood a lighthouse—tall, proud, and steadfast. For years, it had been a beacon of hope for sailors, its light cutting through the darkest nights and fiercest storms. The responsibility of keeping this vital light burning fell to a man … Continue reading The Lower Lights →

Goosetown

The town was located on the valley floor in the western Rockies surrounded by snow-capped mountains. The town looked like it was plucked from an old western movie. Main Street was lined with wood storefronts, boardwalks, hitching posts, swinging-door saloons, cigar-store Indians, a blacksmith shop with a forge and, of course, like any authentic western … Continue reading Goosetown →