Service King Collision Center is in the background.
I have limited experience with the 21st century church, but what contact I have is unremarkable. I would characterize the “spirit-filled” churches as anything but. You never know what to expect. Great preaching and altars filled with humble Christians, or weird primitive drumming accompanied by shrieks from raindancers. [...]
Archive for the ‘Streams of Consciousness’ Category
Service King Church
Posted in Streams of Consciousness on September 29, 2008 | 2 Comments »
How The Church Made Jello
Posted in Streams of Consciousness, Uncategorized on July 19, 2008 | 3 Comments »
Something insidious must have put us to sleep
Droned on and on till we unknowingly fell somnambulant
Surely it came with a humming
A vibration
A disturbance less than a tremor
I know—it was stealth!
A clandestine break-in upon consciousness
Some miscreant, bent on capturing alertness
The first to fall was the sexton in the bell tower
Drowsed by watching the rope swinging in [...]
That Ole Stinkbug, Guilt
Posted in Streams of Consciousness on June 25, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Guilt is the smell of the stink-bug on my fingertips. Will not evaporate or fade away. Responds not to water, soap, nor to scrubbing. The stink cannot be overpowered by counter-stinkables, like rubbing alcohol, vinegar, or chlorox. It just clings to you in its concentrated, repulsive, unbearable way. Ignore it? It sits there like Russian [...]
Bread
Posted in Streams of Consciousness on January 3, 2008 | 8 Comments »
I met a man my age last night and I asked him about his job. He supervises bakers all over the DFW area, driving over a hundred miles every night. Since I teach science and talk about yeast being a fungus, I struck up a conversation with him. Noticing my intent, he stopped in mid-stride, [...]
Conscience Rediscovered
Posted in Streams of Consciousness on December 11, 2007 | 1 Comment »
Strip me down
Past the softness of cotton
Through everything synthetic
Down to the skin, and farther still
Peel deep into me
Beyond all nerve and sinew and muscle
Past all resistance
I Wish I Were A Mexican
Posted in Streams of Consciousness on November 22, 2007 | 6 Comments »
I wish I were a Mexican. If I were a Mexican, I’d have more friends. I would be able to take all my family to WalMart, even my mother-in-law, because she wouldn’t be a driver or even have her license. We would stay together in the store and not scatter into our different departments of [...]
Jealousy Burn Like Fire
Posted in Streams of Consciousness on August 31, 2007 | 2 Comments »
I treasure going into my backyard and making a fire in our clay fire-bowl which sits on the deck next to our banana garden. It’s where I go to slow the world down and watch as the stars stop spinning, the refuge where I talk to God and try to hear his heart through the [...]
If I Knew I Were Dying
Posted in Streams of Consciousness on August 26, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
If I knew I were going to die soon, how would I feel? Would all of life around me suddenly change, and everything at once become that strange adjective – poignant? The very air would be filled with tiny visible carbonated bubbles which would sizzle as I passed through them on my way to anywhere. [...]
