Monthly Archives: August 2019
2nd Cup of Coffee for 8/30/19: “COULD YA MAKE ‘EM WITH LARGER HANDLES?” Or “FUN WITH THE BATHWATER OF THE NOBLE BEAN.”
G’mornin’. Writers can and often do find inspiration in just about any setting. You may or may not ever again see your morning coffee in quite the same way; yet I hope this little bit of fun involving java will help make your Friday a little easier to take. Enjoy. “I was on my third … Continue reading
Saturday 2nd Cup, 8/24/19: HEY, DIDN’T WE JUST PASS THAT?
Before the truth sets you free it tends to make you miserable. ~ (Richard Rohr) It’s that unpleasant truth about the truth that makes us prefer almost anything else, even if it’s only a repeat of something familiar we’ve gone back to we know still won’t work, and for that reason is not our friend. … Continue reading
2nd Cup of Coffee, 8/23/19: WHAT DOES ‘HOME’ MEAN TO YOU?
Whatever picture just flashed in your conscious mind, there are people somewhere close by who don’t have that. My mission this morning is to help change that reality for a few families. Every quarter, our local church joins many others in the greater Wichita, Kansas area in being a week-long Family Promise host. I haven’t … Continue reading
2nd Cup of Coffee, 8/19/19: SOME KEYS DON’T COME IN BLACK & WHITE
I recently read that those of us who dance are considered insane by those who cannot or will not hear the music. I may not be dancing at present, but the day never dawns I don’t hear the music and sense the beat. I’ve a Granger story in my draft locker, awaiting my nimble mind … Continue reading
2nd Cup of Coffee, 8/15/19: CAN I DRIVE?
Sunday morning we were singing: “We fall down, we lay our crowns, at the feet of Jesus The greatness of mercy and love, at the feet of Jesus And we cry, “Holy, holy, holy…” We cry, “Holy, holy, holy…” We cry, “Holy, holy, holy is the Lamb.” The setting is There. We who have walked with … Continue reading
A Granger Story – 2nd Cup of Coffee, 2/8/19: THE GRANGER EFFECT – Chapter 3
Glennis I greeted him, and was surprised by a well-modulated voice somewhere in the second tenor, maybe baritone range. As I moved toward the chair he showed me, I glanced around his digs. There was a delightful hodgepodge of things here and there, obviously mementos picked up from travel. It was definitely a man’s room. Yet … Continue reading