Reflections on a Funeral
Sometimes the only way through is from the outside looking in.
Offering
When I was a kid I remember being very annoyed with the practice of praying before and after meals. In my opinion eating should be no more or less elevated than anything else we do in a day. In protest I started praying before and after everything - passing through a doorway, opening a container, reading a book. It escalated into praying before and after more and more ridiculous things until finally I was meta-praying; thanking God for the prayer I was just about to pray and the one I had just prayed.
It is only a tiny bit ironic then that I now find myself not praying, but being thankful, as frequently as possible. This is my faith, a posture of eternal gratitude to God for the tremendous gift of you, and to you for the tiny gift of whatever little thing you just did. This same posture lends itself to forgiveness as well - what is a little thing you’ve done to hurt me compared to the pile of little things you’ve done to bless me and the mountain He has moved to bless me through you?
Here you may find the thank yous that made their way to print.
2015
Exit, Stage Left
Well done, good and faithful servant. Come and share your master's happiness.
Selves Have Left the Building
For the past 20 years, I’ve been living with dozens of women.
2013
Dreams in Color
Some people leave you better than they found you.
2012
Life + Universe + Everything = 23
She's bigger on the inside.
Last Call
From that first moment, I was hooked on fishing for your smile.
So You're Retiring...
I was asked to write a note for a former teacher for her retirement party. Thankfully she did not teach me English.
2010
Before Your Graduation
An end to a time is a time for reflection. A new beginning is time for anticipation. Graduation is both.
2009
In
I’m in love.
2008
Eulogy for Lorraine
I feel like being really selfish. Grandma doesn't care that we're here. She doesn't care, but I do.
2005
A Grateful Nation
This flag is presented on behalf of a grateful nation…
Mom
My mom’s story, unlike most people, begins not with her birth but with mine.
Third and Final Toast
I had the distinct priviledge and pleasure this past weekend of giving both my first and my second toast at a wedding.
2004
A Fuwjax By Any Other Name...
Names are odd things. I don't mean the letters on your drivers license. I mean your name.