Keep Fishing!

Storm clouds overhead, the first drops of cool rain sprinkle the kayak.  I’m on the far side of the lake fishing for bass.  In summer they run deep, so I’m easing the line along the bottom.  A pesky outboard has been roaring past me for the last ten minutes with skier’s in tow. Each time I need to…

Living in the After

It was late afternoon, and I sat on a park bench, watching the players on the court. I didn’t feel like crashing their party, didn’t feel like risking the fool among a throng of urban teens. I wanted to sit tight, and let the urging of the Holy Spirit pass, and then walk home and…