“This is my church,” the voice was pretty clear. The meaning and intent? Not so much. At about 3 a.m. Saturday morning, after the rain had stopped, I found myself walking around under a large moon, star filled sky in an LDS tent city set up in Marianna, FL. Volunteers would soon awaken to begin > > Read More …

My son’s husky joined me on a morning walk. Morning walks are a time for enjoying peace and beauty. These are a time to pray, ponder and meditate. Of course it is irrational to think that a dog would have the same perspective. Nevertheless, there was this absurd hope, if not expectation, that we might > > Read More …

Last night I awoke to an unusual dream. A 40 to 50 person choir practiced an unfamiliar hymn within a large, cathedral like space under the direction of a stunningly “fair” director, who embodied meekness, confidence, and great competence. In conjunction with a subsequent meeting, a significantly larger number spontaneously joined the choir to sing. > > Read More …