Sunrise . . . isn’t so much about watching the sun rise . . . as it is noticing our world turning. It is always turning but the transition from dark to light is dramatic. Like birth and death, God?…
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Conservation Lands
Good Afternoon, God. Yes, God, I KNOW time doesn’t matter to You, but Hi seems too informal. Anyway, I want to think about conservation land. Once again I was reading Sierra magazine and was struck by an article about the…
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Unknown Variables and THE Expert
Good Morning, God. Here I am — with my thought for the morning. It’s the difference between expert advice and tradition. Expert advice is something people have proven scientifically SHOULD work. Tradition is what HAS BEEN WORKING. What brought that…
Monuments, Perspective and Time
Good Morning, God. This is an old photo from the book The Greek World. When I was there in Corinth a decade or so ago I don’t think I saw anything but pillars. The lintels had fallen. It makes me…
Emotional litter and clear waterways
Last night I came across Elmer’s photo in Sierra magazine. He is the founder of a group called Waterway Stewards — a group dedicated to picking up trash as they paddle. Kit picks up trash as he runs. Sometime, if…
Happy New Year – Happy New Decade
Haoli Makahiki Ho! A Happy NEW Year, God and indeed, a happy new DECADE. My brother felt that it was high time we left the Aughts. Until his email I hadn’t even realized we were starting a new decade. I…
Standing in the Doorway of Time
Here we are, God. Busily coming and going and all the while Your Heavens declare Your Glory. Mind You, Your Glory is easier to see here on Oahu. This photo, snapped with my cell phone while waiting for the light…
Honesty the root of change?
Good morning, God! All is quiet (except for NPR news which woke me just a few minutes ago) and dark. It is fun to look back on this drive out to Waimanalo. Sandy took this photo as we passed the…
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The painful gift of hearing
Ah, dear God, I am such a slow learner — so cowardly when it comes to hearing the pain of those I love. But, fearful or not, there is no point in waiting for sorrow to go away. It insists on speaking and more to the point, on being heard.
A Moment with God 