Letter to a newly minted five-year-old
I want you to understand where that light comes from and what we are supposed to do with it and where it should go. Light comes from God…
Category: photography
Photo-essay from the North Carolina Museum of Natural Sciences
Stretching from the Appalachian Mountains in the west, through the Piedmont, across the Sand Hills and the Coastal Plains, then all the way to the Outer Banks, North Carolina offers a little of everything and a lot to explore…
“Go, Dog. Go,” San Francisco whales, and things that make us smile
Smiling. All day long. We don’t have to have a room full of people rolling in the aisles, we just have to love life and love the people we’re on this journey with.
Stunning photographs from Duke Gardens
Then God said, “Let the land produce vegetation: seed-bearing plants and trees on the land that bear fruit with seed in
don’t miss the amazing ministry of older adults in the church!
Three hundred sixty-one days a year, I am a writer who enjoys taking photographs. Four times a year I get to be a photographer who enjoys writing about his pictures.
Called to be filled – and to spill over in light and love
be encouraged. God’s Spirit is alive and active and vital, and life-giving here in the Presbyterian Church.
the day we launched a community conversation around gun violence
We cannot legislate morality and we cannot pass a bill that stops irresponsibility. But we can work together to be more of a connected, concerned, supportive, accountable, mutually encouraging community.
creative art that reflects God’s light and truth
Like each one of us, stained glass captures, refracts, and passes on a light that is not its own. God – in creativity and light and love and grace – speaks both into us and into the world through us.
Cultivating a Grateful Heart
Our own rightness is an extension of God’s goodness. We do not act independent of God, but we act – when we are at our best – in partnership.
The aroma of blessing: Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, Thyme, and more…
The blessings, of course, are simply those things that remind me of how grateful I am. And sometimes it takes little more than the aroma of English Thyme when I’m sitting on the deck with a cup of tea and a curious camera….
