Somewhere, out there, far beyond the prairie, beyond the mountains forever stretching their stony fingers toward the handy work of God, beyond beaches, even… lurks the Great Pacific Garbage Patch. It is an elusive and accidental creature animated by the sons of Adam the size of Texas, yet, undetectable by the cosmic satellites we’ve built … [Read more…]
A poem from the pen of Jason Loveless
Colossians 3:1-11 “Looks Good On You, Babe Part 1” Welcome In The Name Of The Father, The Son, And The Holy Spirit
My Resplendent Bride’s arch nemesis returned this weekend: mouth sores.
A wise old owl sat in an oak; the more he saw the less he spoke; the less he spoke the more he heard; let’s try to imitate that bird.