Bronze Man Part 1
When you give of yourself, what could be the possibilities? A young man, strong and lean, bronzed as from out of a fire, appeared in the city. Around him churned honking taxis, rumbling trains, grinding trucks, and huffing, sweat-drenched bodies bustling through caverns of concrete, glass, and steel. He walked to the city hall, where men and women marched up and down a hillside of steps, past pillars and heavy doors. They wore dark suits and stiff white collars that choked them. In their briefcases were documents, signatures, and stamps of power. The Bronze Man turned away. He walked through…
Indentured from Birth
The 10-year-old child struggles with the load of clay he is to turn into bricks. All day. He dreams of school, of a better life. But if he doesn’t make bricks, he doesn’t eat. His parents could find no other work, and they took out loans to survive. Loans they now cannot repay, and probably never will. When they die, their children will inherit the unrepayable debt. They will never play like other kids, never go to school, never read and write. And they will likely make bricks for their wealthy owner until they die. Many landowners, brick kiln operators,…
Cobwebs
Earthly life is fleeting. The clock tick-tock-tick-tocked on the mantle. Ralph, the slightly graying husband had just finished a fast life of making money and enjoying weekends. Now his life was a weekend. He wandered into the kitchen for another cup of coffee. With the steam still wafting up from his cup, he looked again at the mantle. Cobwebs had formed along the left side of the clock. He wondered. With the setting sun splashing across the sky, Ralph stepped out for a walk. Upon returning he saw that cobwebs covered the whole clock. Still it tick-tock-tick-tocked. He must have mixed up the clock…
Tears at the End of an Assault Weapon
Courtesy of Free Digital Photos I wasn’t going to write about it. But I couldn’t get the tears out of my heart. Killers with assault weapons at high schools, universities, political speeches, and now a movie theatre, shopping mall, and an elementary school. A class full of first graders massacred. Tweet
Live Well in the Face of Eternal Reality
You & Me & Eternal Reality Live well… Most people would say they want to live well. I don’t know many who prefer misery or self-destruction. If they destroy themselves, it’s usually as a byproduct of recklessly doing something else. For most of us, living well is a matter of choices we make. Living well is also a big subject that may encompass faith, health, fitness, finances, social interaction, even home buying and vacation clubs. So we need to be more specific. …in the face of… People tend to live life as if they’ll get out of it alive, or…
