If the head of the house has been called Beelzebul . . .

I have tried to keep politics out of this blog because politics are not the answer to our problems. Rather than support a politician, I support Jesus Christ, the son of God, who is above and beyond mere politics. However, in the bitter vitriol of the struggle for...

The Light Unseen

The night sky is filled with light. Filled with it! I’m not talking about the moon or stars or planets or milky way. I’m talking about blazing, powerful light. But we cannot see this powerful light because there is nothing to reflect it. Think of it. All of the...

What I Speak . . .

Music Speaks To Me I’m assembling a playlist of songs to start my day, things to get me on the right track, to remind me of the beauty in the world outside my head (it’s amazing what happens in there). Things to point me in my chosen direction before...

The Only Way To Start A New Year . . . Seriously!

Every day is the beginning of a new year. A year from now it will be a year later . . . or something like that. But sometimes, like today, we can see the new year ahead in better perspective. We make plans to make this year different, better even. It’s the best...

The Tree That Saved Christmas

A Most Unusual Christmas The summer sun was still sweltering when I had my first clue that this Christmas would be different. I’m not normally known for being observant, much less prescient of things to come, so it had to hit me over the head. Suzie looked at me...

A Glimpse Above

The wind stirred just enough to make the air feel crisp and alive. I looked down the street to see if my daughter’s car was coming. I didn’t expect the moment but that’s the way they are. It swept over me as I looked up at the sky and a single bird...

A Moment Of Personal Reflection On The High Dive

The high dive is scary. One wrong move and it’s going to hurt. You can’t go back. Once the decision is made you are going to get wet. Maybe we should think about this first, reflect on the past or dream of the future. Anything but dive in. It’s Not...

Even You

I have a friend who doesn’t get what I do. Well, not actually a friend. An acquaintance that could have been a friend if he’d wanted. He didn’t. Because he didn’t get what I do. For almost four decades I’ve worked in music. I’ve...

The Power of a Perfect Day

A Day That Couldn’t Be Ignored This morning I decided to treat myself. I really should have worked and written all day but it was an amazing morning. Amazing! On the first day of August at 8AM it was 62 degrees and cloudless. If I could have ordered a day in a...

I Wanna Talk About . . .

I like talking about you, you, you, you, usually. But occasionally, I wanna talk about me. ~Bobby Braddock Sometimes I Bore Myself I hate talking about myself and my plans. It’s boring to me (and you) so I try not to do it.  If we met today I would probably ask...