The Sound of Roses: A Lord of the Rings Story
September 1419 “All those weeks we stayed here last autumn and I don’t remember this wall.” Frodo ran his hand over crumbling stones. It was obviously one of the older parts of Imladris and…
Year: 2016
The Fisher of Men: Simon Peter’s Wake Up Call
I’ve cursed these waters all night long, and now the morning star has given rise to the blazing dawn. I’m mending these ragged nets with stronger, thicker string, Nets filled with holes that have provided…
Those Souls for Whom the Bell Tolls: A Memorial Day Reflection
It was originally called Decoration Day and was introduced on May 30,1868, just three years after the conclusion of the War Between the States, set aside for the honoring of those who had fallen…
The Ultimate Life-Giver
The deeper I fall into silence and feel the vast magnitude of the Source of All Silence from which creation flows, the spark of life, breath of my breath the soul of my soul, the…
I’ve Got No Strings: Pinocchio, C.S. Lewis, and the Meaning of Conscience
“I’ve got no strings To hold me down To make me fret, or make me frown I had strings But now I’m free There are no strings on me.” In the 1940 Disney Classic Pinocchio,…
Of the Trees
“I wonder what that tree would say if it could talk?” Five-year-old Sylvia asked, sitting with her grandfather on a shaded park bench. “It wouldn’t say anything, trees can’t talk,” said a grumpy man on…
Gazing Soulfully: How Eye Contact Can Heal the World
I have always been particularly fascinated by the spiritual quality of human eyes. They do not merely look out upon the world but allow the world to look into the hidden recesses of each individual…
Evil and Omnipotence: Is the Problem of Evil Fatal to Traditional Theism?
If there is a powerful, all-knowing, omnibenevolent God, why is there evil and suffering? In this essay, I will argue that, though the problem of evil is a challenge to traditional theism and will…
Waiting Room
A young man With a sparkling earring And clothes that reek Of sickening smoke, The kind that dulls All the senses And makes me choke – He’s tapping his foot, A jerking rhythm Of uneasiness…
The Sneak Thief of Meyer’s Greenhouse
I woke up thinking that it was too dark out and too early to be awake. Then I remembered what day it was. The pale hour of five-thirty showed in the bars of watery light…