cynic, plank

the cynic in me wants to laugh as rome burns, but jesus in me will not have his man stand by. rome is burning and needs the healers. where are the people of the living water? where are the people of salt and light? where has the city gone which was once on a hill? … More cynic, plank

The Magic Man Pt 2

Was that him? My gaze was rapt, unbreakable. Conversation with my roommate had ceased abruptly. He followed my gaze to the man. “Are you watching that man?” “Yes.” Stone serious. A silence ensues. “Do you want to pray for him?” “No,” I say. Without hesitation. “You…don’t want to pray for him?” The man walks with … More The Magic Man Pt 2

Then one day I wandered for hours, and time felt so hungry for me – this was the day…

The man had long, matted hair, an equal mix of black and gray; his beard was long and unkempt. His jacket was soiled, a faded navy, and I think his pants were gray. I was piqued when I saw that the book he held was a Polish-English dictionary, and he crumpled the payment for it … More Then one day I wandered for hours, and time felt so hungry for me – this was the day…

Hurtling (8:20)

The two men, in another time, had both lived abroad, working. Given their situation, this was an easy thread to grasp as the common ground for their final conversations. Their experiences and dispositions were similar, and despite the difference in their age and circumstances, they found few obstacles in their discussion. In spite of this … More Hurtling (8:20)