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Essays and reflections by a San Antonio bi-vocational pastor. Blogging since 2002.

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  • Mysterious Paper Crane on Nov 18, 2009 in Essays

    I received a letter last summer. It arrived at the church, having been mailed from Corpus Christi on August 10th. There was no return address on the envelope. My name and address were carefully written with a calligraphy pen. There were faint guideli...

  • Turtles all the Way Down now for sale! on Nov 12, 2009

      It's official. Well, it's as close to official as it can be. I have the first draft of the galley proofs in my hands. The cover is done. The editors and I are going over things one last time and then it's off to the printer. Turtles all the Wa...

  • Our life with Shelby - part two on Nov 12, 2009 in Essays

    Part two in a series. Click here to read part one. Shelby’s time in the psychiatric hospital was very hard on all of us. She was frightened to be there and wanted to come home badly. But Jeanene and I both felt strongly that she needed to finish he...

  • Our life with Shelby on Nov 6, 2009

    My daughter Shelby turns 17 this month. We have been through some hard times with her over the last few years. Shelby has read this and is fine with me telling you about what has happened. The name of her second grade teacher has been changed in this...

  • Naked as the day we were born on Nov 4, 2009 in Dreams Essays

    I had a vision the other day that came to me in the form of a daydream. I was sitting in the library staring off into space when suddenly I imagined myself in a huge room with a crowd of people. We were all waiting for God to show up. Some people wer...

  • Google Voice on Oct 28, 2009

    Anyone want to send me a google voice invite? Someone sent one. Thanks! rlp...

  • Generate Magazine on Oct 27, 2009

    Leave it to Paul Soupiset and his emergent friends to go retro on us. Yeah, they're going back to the magazine, like my daughter is fallen in love with vinyl records. She keeps buying them and wanting me to listen to them. Like I didn't live through...