The Journey

Wow – very inspiring

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Kennesaw Mountain, Georgia

Life can indeed be interesting at times. The roads which we travel and the experiences we have can be life changing if we let them. They can also paralyze us and keep us from moving forward… if we let them. In May of 1986 I graduated from seminary. The summer of 1986 I went to Langley Air Force Base in Virginia for my second summer tour as a Chaplain Candidate, Second Lieutenant. In September, 1987 I took my first call as a pastor. Thirty-three years later I am still “at it” so to speak.

Warfare (the entire time I was on Active duty this nation was at war), constantly moving (from 1987-2011 the longest I lived in one place was four years… the shortest, a year plus a few four to six month deployments), a Pandemic… yes, a lot has happened.

There has been much to reflect…

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Evening Prayer – 1 June 2021

Totally Awesome

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The sun has set and the Vesper lights flicker and glow

Flowers remind us of God’s refreshing and re-creating love

I am reminded of the love, mercy, grace, and renewal which the Spirit of God offers us

Thomas Merton wrote the following in his autobiography, The Seven Storey Mountain.

There is not a flower that opens, not a seed that falls into the ground, and not an ear of wheat that nods on the end of its stalk in the wind that does not preach and proclaim the greatness and the mercy of God to the whole world. There is not an act of kindness or generosity, not an act of sacrifice done, or a word of peace and gentleness spoken, not a child’s prayer uttered, that does not sing hymns to God before his throne, and in the eyes of men, and before their faces.

May the flowers…

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and yet . . . HERE WE ARE!

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A Bit of Brian's Brilliance

Living with #AlzheimersDisease, #VascularDementia, #Type2Diabetes, as well as other ailments, is not exactly how I envisioned my older years. Yet, HERE I AM, BUT NOT GIVING UP! So many other Diseases now have cures, ways to slow progressions, and have ways to assist individuals to live a good life. However, WE DON’T have those things so HERE WE ARE, STILL WAITING PATIENTLY . . . VERY PATIENTLY.

For those of us who are Living with a Dementia-Related Illness, we’re not just standing by and letting time slip away. We raise awareness, talk to the newly diagnosed to give them some hope as to what the future looks like for them. We also assist others who are further on with their disease, many now living in a Care Community. Sadly, most are forgotten and that adds to their progression. Then there are the lucky individuals who have consistent visits from their…

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Evening Prayer – 22 May 2021

I so ❤ ❤ ❤ reading this blog.

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The sun has set and the Vesper Lights flicker and glow

Thank you for a day of reflection

Thank you for this time with my sweetheart and our puppy

Thank you for the opportunity to Be Still

Thank you for the beauty of Sister Moon tonight

Thomas Merton shared these words about darkness and life which bring comfort this night:

And it is in this darkness, when there is nothing left in us that can please or comfort our own minds, when we seem to be useless and worthy of all contempt, when we seem to have failed, when we seem to be destroyed and devoured, it is then that the deep and secret selfishness that is too close to us for us to identify is stripped away from our souls. It is in this darkness that we find liberty. It is in this abandonment that we are made strong…

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Apply Gentleness To Everything

Struggle can find no foothold when confronted with gentleness, because conflict can only exist when fed by two opposing forces.Throughout life we must cope with blockages that impede our forward momentum. Whether these obstacles are of a personal, professional, or societal nature, our first instinct may be to push against the obstruction. But the simplest way to alleviate resistance is to approach it gently, with a soft manner and kind intentions. Struggle and strife can find no foothold when confronted with gentleness because conflict can only exist when fed by two opposing forces. So many areas of our lives can benefit from the application of gentleness. The beauty of gentleness lies in its multifaceted nature. It is part love, part compassion, part patience, part understanding, and part respect for others. When we move through life gently as a matter of course, we naturally attract these wonderful elements into our lives.

This does not mean that gentle people are by nature passive or meek. Rather, their copious inner power is manifested in their gentleness and their choice to move with the flow of the universe instead of against it. You can make use of gentleness in your own life by applying it in situations where you feel challenged by your circumstances or by people in your environment. As you move forward gently, the energy pervading your life will likely shift and, consequently, the blockages before you will vanish. Cooperation progresses smoothly when approached gently because all parties involved feel confident that their needs will be met. And quarrels are easily quelled with gentleness because the dualistic concepts of losing and winning are made moot by our willingness to exercise infinite patience with those whose values differ from our own.

Gentleness must be practiced, as we are inadvertently encouraged to act competitive in certain phases of our lives. At first, your established habits may make being truly gentle challenging. Yet after a time, if you commit to consciously applying gentleness to all areas of your life, whether by collaborating rather than competing or yielding graciously to the impassable roadblocks in your path in order to seek a new road, you will find that you begin to act gently habitually. Your patterns of thought and behavior become ever more peaceful, and you will discover that you encounter far less impassable resistance on your individual journey. 

Evening Prayer – 4 May 2021


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Are you going to share your food, Daddy?

The sun has set and the Vesper Lights flicker and glow

It has been a long and full day

A day of reflection

A day of worship preparation

A day for study

A day to simply Be Still

Lord, to you I raise

Wide and bright

Faith-filled eyes

You are my protection

Bring me home.

And receivemy prayer

Sweet as incense smoke

Rising from my heart

Free of care.**

Now as my eyelids grow heavy

I lift this humble prayer to you

Dona Nobis Pacem

Grant Us Peace

A wee prayer from the heart of your Padre…

**Collected Poems, from Thomas Merton: A Book of Hours, p. 112

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Sojourners Verse and Voice – 6 May 2021


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Verse of the day  
I am for peace; but when I speak, they are for war. 
– Psalm 120:7

Voiceof the day
And when the pain of gun violence begins to overwhelm me, I remember nature, that it groans with us and sings with us. Even the rocks cry out.

– Cassidy Klein

Prayerof the day
Guide us in the path of discipleship, so that, as you have blessed us, we may be a blessing for others, bringing the promise of the kingdomnear byour words and deeds.

– From Revised Common Lectionary Prayers

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Our Vocation – A Reflection

Reading this blog provides me with soothing solace.

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The East Abbey Gate Ruins – Bury St Edmunds, England

Thirty-five years ago this month, I graduated from United Theological Seminary of the Twin Cities (UTS) with a Master of Divinity degree. Fifteen months later I began my first call as a Presbyterian Church (USA) Minister of the Word and Sacrament. Two friends and classmates of mine from UTS will retire in October from active ministry after a combined sixty-years of ministry (thirty years each). That announcement made me pause and reflect on my own years of ministry. This past Sunday I was installed as the Designated Pastor of Carrollton Presbyterian Church in Carrollton, Georgia having been already been serving here for nine months. This is my third call following my retirement from the USAF after 21 years of service. When I think about where God has led me over these past 35 years I am amazed. The picture above…

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The Broken Beast Dirge

A beautiful blog about Alzheimer’s

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Portrait of Ian, 2021

I am a broken, sputtering machine, still trying to work. I know that words have meaning, and so I gave this post the title, The Broken Beast Dirge. A dirge is a slow mournful piece of music. Imagine the sound of a solo bagpipe playing a hauntingly beautiful tune for the fallen hero or heroine.

I was happy, capable, quick witted and always interested in tomorrow. How do I know? I see ads for rugs, runners, on my phone, things I thought about buying to decorate our home. Colorful things. I loved color. I liked to shop, I liked new clothes, furniture, decorating. Reds, purples, yellow and blue. I was eccentric, but I had desire and ability. I think it’s over six years since my mind started to unravel. Five years since the confirmed diagnosis. Alzheimer’s disease. Over five years since the Spect scan. That was…

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haunting errors

resurrecting the trashcan bard

searching for god still
in the  haunted house 
perched upon a man made hill 

i stare into a ghost's mirror 
no nobodaddy do i see 
but the beast is getting nearer 
the savior fades into the sea

i hear a groaning door 
in the haunted house 
thats resting on the sea shore  

i look back at the ghost mirror 
i see the beasts wanted poster
his aged face is getting clearer
my quarry is getting closer 

i float like a ghost 
in the haunted house 
that sails the milky way's coast

i stare out a shattered window 
where time is reversed 
the sunrise is full of innuendo 
physics reacts unrehearsed 

i stand as a porch post 
apart from the haunted house 
left behind like a burnt signpost 

to the house of lucid dreams 
to the house of mimicking mirrors
to the house of echoing requiems 
to the house of haunted…

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