Painfully Hopeful

Fiction Tuesday – Vox Narratio

Today’s blog continues my long-neglected satirical fantasy, In The Land of the Penny Gnomes The Chair leaned over his desk. “I’m sorry, what did you way?” Now you’ve done it. Will swallowed and tried to project confidence.“I said I was a Prophet of Narrative.” It came out as a squeak. OK, listen to me. Just…

Waiter!

I love my kids, and I gladly care for them when they are sick. But I have noticed if I make a sound they become aware of my presence and have a sudden need which must be fulfilled. It’s usually just something to remind them they aren’t alone, but I confess my inner introvert has…

The Demand

For a while now I’ve been feeling more and more out of touch with contemporary Christianity. It feels as if the problems it’s trying to solve, and the concerns it has, aren’t part of the world in which I live. This sense of displacement is felt more keenly in the way people perceive worship. I…

Wounded Goose

I had a rather eventful Saturday, which upset my plans to spend my morning on a photowalk. Even so, I managed to take a couple of mile stroll on my way to the pharmacy and managed to capture some images. The most notable of these was of one goose who had lost a toe, and…

Morning Moon

I rolled out of bed this morning, and as my vision cleared from the “just woken up drowsies” I caught sight of something in the window. A sliver of a crescent moon, partially obscured by morning fog, was peeking through the newly budding branches of a tree. I stuck with my usual practice and headed…

The Reaction

I’ve been struggling with our culture’s reactionary shift for a few years 1. People no longer respond to thoughts, input, evidence, or story. They react to it, leading to a growing polarization in nearly every sphere of existence. So much so people who don’t wish to get caught up in the reactionary spirit of the…