Get God In Your Head

In martial arts we are trained: Wherever your head is... so shall the body flow. Then why do so many try to stuff God into their hearts?

The Evolution Of Sand

The process of invitation must include change. Instantly we run! Quickly we hide. Change? Nobody likes change. Yet without change there would be no smart phones. What if your life, your experiences and doubts blessed with fear and shame. Are part of a giant rock that God needs to turn into sand? Sand that rubs up against another shore. What if the process of invitation includes what you have lived to be a learning tool for others to breathe?

20 Years Of Daily Writing

What started out as a letter to my sister Margaret has turned into twenty years of daily writing. God finds ways to communicate. The choice is based on whether you've decided to listen. It's not easy! I mean to wake up every day and put pen to paper! And yet... if I don't. Where does God's voice go to be heard? Is it God speaking through me? That sounds totally ego based! Cuz I ain't one of those crazy preachers that scream, "God told me to touch the hand of a lost man." What is lost in a society that brags of having everything?

Ancestors In A Digtal Age

Who shaped you? Wouldn't it be nice to think it was the end result of a very beautiful evening? I never want to know what created me! I never truly met my father. He was there for three years. Which makes me think... maybe I was the end result of make up sex. No human heart can withstand the pressure of how it is they came into being. And yet we are told to follow the trail put into the earth by way of ancestors. Really?

Why So Much Hype In Hypnotize

Seriously...is it really July already? How did we get here so fast? Why is life moving and the rest of me can't catch up? Who is hypnotizing you? What if its you?

The Ballad Of God And HR

The weather patterns this summer are mind blowing. Even more powerful are the accusations against God. How dare the creator do this to your July 4th weekend!!! With the way we like to complain. God would be hauled into Human Resources and reprimanded for his weather behavior.

Stop Saying I'm Sorry

Too many times during the average business day coworkers and friends are allowed to beat the hell out of your emotions followed by the quick, "I'm sorry." Too many times during the average week we accuse ourselves of being forgetful. We've lost our memory. Seriously? My new book Scrambled Eggs is about a man that had his memory taken away. But damn him! He won't convince himself to quit making new ones.