In Gennesaret

I just heard a story about Einstein. Apparently, when he was walking home from work, he would so often get completely lost in thought and walk by his house altogether that his wife started standing outside to watch for him. In fact, one time, the police had to bring him home. I find this SO comforting. Because the man was a genius, y’all. He changed the world. And he still did silly things like that. It is the grace of God that I get from one place to another in my car every day without incident. It’s become a conditioned response, I believe: like Pavlov’s dog salivating at the ringing of a bell, when I get in the seat of my car and turn the key, my brain automatically begins to travel to distant lands. Okay, that’s a bit of an exaggeration. I’m mostly thinking about what I need to do today . . . and who I need to talk to . . . and plotting out those conversations . . . and remembering other things to mention when I talk to them . . . like the season finale of Severance last...

I’m not always sure what to do with the apostle Paul. The man had some chutzpah. Example? Acts 16, which I was listening to the other evening. After he and Silas sang in prison all night and then were told they could leave, he got a bit uppity. “They beat us publicly without a trial, even though we are Roman citizens, and threw us into prison. And now do they want to get rid of us quietly? No! Let them come themselves and escort us out .” Well , then. It reminded me of when he was annoyed at people in the Galatian church wrongly insisting that gentile converts needed to be circumcised. “As for those agitators, I wish they would go the whole way and emasculate themselves!” I mean, dude . . . After reading the scripture lesson in Sunday School yesterday morning (the end of Philippians 3), our teachers paused to ask if we had any initial reaction to the passage. And my reaction? Paul sounds arrogant. Maybe the original tone and intent doesn’t come across well in our translations, bu...

Thursday morning was foggy here in my neighborhood. Seriously foggy. Very possibly the foggiest weather I’ve ever experienced. When I pulled out of my garage at 7am for the 25-minute drive to school, I could hardly see my garage door closing from the end of the driveway. It was kinda scary, frankly. I drove slowly and carefully through my neighborhood and along the side roads I use to avoid the 1604/I-10 interchange that is crazy busy at that time of the morning. And then suddenly, just as I pulled up to a red light before driving under I-10 . . . there was no fog. None. It was just GONE. I could see the stoplight, the cloudy sky above me, and the shopping center on the other side of the highway in front of me. It was a bit of a jolt to suddenly have the world visible around me again. I turned and pulled onto I-10 going north, still in wonder at it all. Along the way to Boerne, a few small patches of fog flew in and out. I continued to drive cautiously, as did everyone around me,...

I’ve been hearing recently about a new trend: sober vacations. People are intentionally planning trips that are devoid of any alcoholic content. Whole industries are growing around this concept – travel agencies, resorts, cruises. This apparently follows on the heels of other similar trends – namely, Sober October and Dry January. It seems that the former began in the U.K. as a fundraiser for cancer research. On the other hand, Dry January just sounds like a health thing. Try not drinking any alcohol for a month and see what the health benefits are. And people found the benefits were plentiful and started telling everyone about it. And my reaction was, Uhhh . . . what? Is this really news? ALL my months are dry and sober -- at least most of them. I very rarely drink alcohol. Mainly because nobody drank in my house growing up, and my college roommate abstained because of her alcoholic father (and I hung with her in support), so I just never developed a real taste for the stuff – an...

I know a bit of Spanish. Un poquito. So when I volunteered to tutor a young Mexican lady in English a couple decades ago, I wasn’t sure how well that was going to go. But it did go well – mainly because Blanca was bright and motivated. For our second lesson, we met at a grocery store. With a notebook in hand, she pointed at things, and I named each item in English. She learned far more on her own than she did from me; I was merely an available person for intentional conversation. And for the answering of questions . . . like this question that she asked me one day: “What means, ‘Ado tiso?’” Ado tiso . . . hmm . . . I asked her to give me a situation where she heard this phrase. She described a couple scenarios and repeated the phrase with a strong lilt, trying to mimic the people she heard. “Ah-doh TEE-so!” I was genuinely puzzled for quite a while. But then it hit me. She was trying to say, “I don’t think so.” That became an inside joke in my home for quite a while. “Can I h...

This photo – I don’t know if it speaks to any of you. It was hard to capture the image effectively. This was the view above me while I was sitting at my outdoor table one afternoon during the Christmas break. I had been reading, and when I finished a chapter, I set the book down and laid my head back to look around. It was beautiful. The colors! Can you see how blue that sky is? It’s a remarkable blue . . . a soft, gentle, clear blue. In the winter in Iowa, I would walk my daughter to the bus stop with snow on the ground all around us and notice that the sky was as white as the snow. I remember thinking that the world looked like an empty coloring book. Not in Texas. Look at that blue, blue sky in December. And the leaves. The green! Not all the trees around me have green leaves on them in the winter, but this big, beautiful live oak that I sit under in the backyard does, even in December. And the contrast of those green leaves against that blue sky with the sun shining down . . ...