Hello, My Name is Phillip: Chapter Three

Black enters and eats away at Phillip when the adults argue. This time, running to his closet, he hears a Voice and what the Voice says makes all the difference.

Look for the Rocks

How can you handle the anger at the lies and disinformation of this COVID season? What can we do in response? Where can we again find hope and refuge? Seeking answers myself, I remembered God. God made all the difference. Find the rocks upon which to stand.

Hello, My Name is Phillip — Chapter Two

Phillip James Smythe tells how he first met Big Skye, his best friend. Phillip also meets Miss Liz, a wonderful person, wearing slippers covered in dog hair. She sees Phillip and believes in him more than anyone yet has.

I can be Reactive

What? Me? Reactive? Never! Well, then I face off with the me I am and discover I am. I am learning to die to places I want to raise myself up. Are you reactive? Walk in peace.

HELLO, MY NAME IS PHILLIP: Chapter One

Sharing the book poured into my heart during lockdown, because, every kid deserves safe adults. Meet Phillip, an honest, open, down-to-earth, really precious six-year-old. And discover the world through his eyes.

I Awoke at 3:30 am…

I awoke at 3:30 am and began to pray. I prayed through until 5 am, then I got up. Reverberating through my heart was this one line: “This is wickedness.” Antifa: The name is short for Anti-facist, but they seem to be against all kinds of things and groups and people, indeed, perhaps against anything…

It was the Right Thing to Do

Taking action because you know it’s the right thing to do is powerful. It benefits others, benefits you, and allows you to participate in something grand. Just take the action. Do the right thing.

The Pay Phone

I stood in the phone booth in January 1992 — no not just before changing into Superman!  By the way, do you remember phone booths? They were those ancient things, boxes actually. Perhaps you have seen them in Superman or Harry Potter movies? They were these glassed-in boxes on street corners in which was a…

No Clouds Here.

San Jacinto UMC July 1, 1988 – June 30, 1994 Karen and I, with Anna (3) and Grace (1) in their car seats, drove for four days, in blistering heat, from Kentucky across the country to Southern California. We put a bucket of ice on the floor under Karen’s feet, opened all four windows and…

Perseverance

Perseverance Chapel July 1, 1987 – June 1, 1988! What a name, right? Perseverance! As a fourth-year seminary student, I took the weekends-only pastoral position at this small, country, Southern Indiana church. The church’s name seemed to be my own life motto — to “try harder,” to “work more.”  The congregation was thrilled to welcome…