Monday, July 20, 2026
Painting again
Sunday, July 19, 2026
Things I can’t tell you…
Things I can’t tell you
Losing that sounding board
The repository for all
My funny stories
Or those WTF moments
That we know we
Need to share
The conversations
That start with
“Do you remember?”
Are met with silence
The words form on the lips
Then die in the absence
The venting
The celebrating
The texts, the calls
The million images
Of sharing in life
Friday, July 10, 2026
Intent
It’s your warm hand
Reaching for mine
It’s in the possibilities
We discuss
And how you are not shy
About sketching out
The what ifs
Wondering aloud
About logistics
Tentatively
Contemplating
A future shared
The goodness of intent
Is a warm blanket
Wrapping us together
You, too, have felt the cold
And so we huddle
Knowing that
52 degrees is good
Snuggling weather and
Sunsets are best shared
That
Partnership needs
A game plan
A dialogue
A hope to build
With
Intention
From famine to feast
A lousy diet of
Dry morsels
Of keeping me hungry
Of never enough
Yet sometimes
…Almost
A bird in hand
Worth two in bush?
The fear of nothing
Held me close
To scraps
To that concept of something
Better than nothing
This bird finally
Flew
Flew from this subsistence
Just over the horizon
There was indeed
A land of plenty
A many course meal
Serving up
Intention
Value
Respect
I just needed to fly
To get here
Tuesday, July 7, 2026
False virtue
No virtue
When you are waiting
On words that should be spoken
And they’re not
Devotion is
Not noble
When the hand
That should hold you
Pushes and pulls
And you are trapped
Like a bird in a cage
You’ve been caught
Love cannot be
So alarming
That it leaves you
Disarming and
Dizzy with confusion
It’s just not
When your kindness
Is weaponized
By potential
Disregulation
A dopamine cycle
A merry go round
That never stops
Monday, July 6, 2026
Love yourself
as yourself
So love yourself well
Make space for you
Be treasured
If you give and give
Your bread
Don’t take for yourself
A stone
When you pour out
A cup of kindness
Fill a glass for your self
As well
When he takes your coat
And your cloak with it
Let him
But take your warmth
And leave the room
The welcome
You have given
Will open many doors
For which the hollow
Have no key
Give generously
With no expectation of return
Blessings will follow
Simply because
Light draws
Like
Make a place for yourself
At the table
Invite yourself
To taste the goodness
You freely share
Don’t repay evil for evil
But don’t let it
Share your bed
That door can be locked
Not everyone is
Allowed in
Love yourself
With all the wisdom
All the joy
All the grace
Watch it grow within
A garden of agape
Never forget to eat
Invite yourself
To the harvest feast
Monday, June 29, 2026
The Cosmic Shock of Listening: Moving Past Empire to Find the Kingdom
I watched Disclosure Day this afternoon, and I am still sitting with the profound spiritual weight of its climax. Sitting in the theater, watching the previews roll by, it felt like an endless barrage of cheap sex and empty suspense. But when the feature started, Spielberg offered something else entirely: a heavy, necessary mirror. As the film tracked into that monitor for its final, simple piece of advice from an ancient civilization - "Listen" - it felt like a lightning bolt aimed straight at our current cultural moment.
Ultimately, the film serves as a devastating indictment of modern religious fundamentalism and authoritarian institutions, exposing how their obsession with ideological gatekeeping and control has stripped faith of its transformative empathy, trading the radical openness of the Kingdom for the rigid armor of Empire.
We live in a time where institutional religion feels increasingly defined by this precise need for control. There is an anxious, rigid desire to dictate what is considered "acceptable knowledge" for the masses. We see it in the cultural rhetoric that actually attempts to pathologize human compassion - using books like Allie Beth Stuckey’s Toxic Empathy to frame our natural, intuitive resonance with the suffering of others as a spiritual weakness. It betrays a deep mistrust of individual discernment, telling people they cannot even trust their own capacity to pray, feel, or love without an institutional filter.
This is not the work of the Kingdom. This is the work of Empire.
Empire vs. Kingdom
There is a sharp, historical distinction between these two forces:
Empire thrives on control, borders, and top-down authority. It demands absolute certainty and labels anything outside its approved boundaries as a threat. In Disclosure Day, the decades-long systemic cover-up represents the ultimate corporate and institutional hubris - holding onto power because the raw truth would upend their control.
Kingdom is inherently open, relational, and transformative. When the truth is finally broadcast to eight billion people in the film, it doesn’t arrive as a weapon of domination. It arrives as an invitation to radical connection, stripping away the armor of institutional power and leveling the playing field for all of humanity.
This systemic hubris isn't just an abstract concept; it has a very loud, very human face. I was reminded of this during a recent debate I had with an Oklahoma pastor. In his mind, it is his explicit job and spiritual responsibility to tell anyone and everyone that what they believe, how they live, and who they love is flatly wrong. He insisted he is required to "call out their sin" because he has positioned himself as the ultimate authority on what constitutes a lie versus what constitutes truth.
When the fear of shifting realities causes leaders to hide behind rigid structures and self-appointed authority, they stop believing in people. They trade the messy, beautiful work of spiritual growth for the cold certainty of political alignment.
The Radical Act of Surrender
The command to "Listen" is the ultimate spiritual subversion to this authoritarian mindset. It doesn’t hand us a complex new theology or a rigid set of rules to weaponize against our neighbors. It simply demands a pause.
In a culture driven by relentless noise, ideological defense mechanisms, and political posturing, choosing to listen is an act of profound surrender. It requires us to lay down our arguments, exit our echo chambers, and acknowledge our shared cosmic vulnerability.
Empathy is not a secular compromise or a progressive trap; it is the very mechanism of divine connection. If we want to find our way back to the Kingdom, we have to stop building the walls of Empire. We have to quiet the noise, look at the person across from us, and finally learn to listen.