Jan 7, 2020 | Art, dreams, Eugene C. Scott, Faith, God, God Sightings, grief, Hope, Living Spiritually, Uncategorized, Writing |
Watching the ball drop each New Year resembles tossing a stone into a still pool of time. Reflective ripples race out in every direction. This is the nature of new. A new year, new relationship, new start of any type stirs reflectiveness, a tendency to glance back...
Apr 20, 2019 | Art, Christianity, Eugene C. Scott, Faith, God, God Sightings, grief, Jesus, Lent, Living Spiritually, mystery, photography, poetry |
Waiting. How did Jesus’ disciples feel on that dark Saturday after Jesus was crucified? Remembering the emptiness, grief, fear, disbelief, and irrational hope I felt after my dad’s death, I imagined this response. Neil Berg’s rock opera The 12 imagines...
Oct 5, 2018 | Art, Eugene C. Scott, God, God Sightings, Living Spiritually, Nature photography |
Above me aspens climb the sky Knobbly fingers intertwine Creating a lattice of quivering lace Painting yellow hue on cobalt face Heart-shaped leaves collect the sun Phosphorescence of the One Throwing sparks of gentle light Scattering dreams, kites in flight...
Apr 25, 2017 | Art, belonging, Christianity, Eugene C. Scott, God Sightings, grace, Jesus, Living Spiritually, Uncategorized |
I have this recurring day dream where I’ve died and gone to heaven. I’m standing in line, in the clouds, though the footing is firm enough. My hands are sweaty. My heart is playing the kettle drum. I see the gates gleaming.* A line of people stretches out behind me...
Dec 25, 2016 | Art, Bible, Christianity, Eugene C. Scott, Faith, God, God Sightings, Jesus, Living Spiritually, miracles, Uncategorized |
King David was, as usual, in trouble. Somebody or something was after him. Swords, spears, poison, royal duplicity. Or doubts and devils of the internal kind. Not so different from me, or you I suspect. On any given day we need God now and in force....
Nov 24, 2015 | Art, belonging, creation, Eugene C. Scott, mystery, Uncategorized |
“The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places,” declares David in Psalm 16. That line boundaries in pleasant places is an odd one, especially read in a time when boundaries are readily broken and often despised. What on earth can David mean? Yes, when...
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