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...
May 8, 2017 | adventure, belonging, Bible, Christianity, creation, Eugene C. Scott, Faith, Uncategorized |
Of all the dogs I’ve owned, I loved the one I lost most. She was a black and white Springer Spaniel we named Sasson, Hebrew for joy. I know, I know. We were young and so spiritual and didn’t have kids yet. We bought her in our first year of marriage. Dee Dee chose...
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...
Apr 17, 2017 | Eugene C. Scott, grief, healing, Jesus, John Updike, Marriage, pain, Uncategorized |
A Funeral [ File # csp17118221, License # 3291308 ] Licensed through http://www.canstockphoto.com in accordance with the End User License Agreement (http://www.canstockphoto.com/legal.php) (c) Can Stock Photo Inc. / honored A few months after my dad’s funeral my mom...
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....
May 20, 2016 | healing, Living Spiritually, miracles, Uncategorized |
The poetry of the Barr Brothers’ song Beggar in the Morning brought me to my knees. It resonates like a rueful modern psalm. The music is a prayer too, pulsing and ringing behind the words like a crippled but hopeful heartbeat crying out to God. Or maybe I hear the...
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