Tie Tuesday: My Christmas Redsox Tie

Coming from Kansas as I do, we don’t have any purely Kansas professional sports teams. We have to borrow Missouri’s teams from either Kansas City or St Louis. The NFL Cardinals actually followed me here to Arizona right after I got here. 

When I got married to a Massachusetts girl, I inherited all her family’s teams. And by family, I mean her dad’s Patriots, Redsox, Celtics and even the Boston Bruins of the NHL, which we never actually watch but nonetheless are OUR team on the ice. (Yes, I have a Bruins tie too)

Here’s a Christmas gift to myself that I picked up this year from an actual tie store in the mall. One of the few I paid full price for, as I couldn’t find any Redsox or Patriots ties in the local boutique “Bonne Volonte”, otherwise known as Goodwill. The plan is to wear my Bruins tie tomorrow, the Pats tie on Thursday and our Patriots Jerseys on Friday for work leading up to the Superbowl on Sunday against the Atlanta Falcons. 

Go Pats!! 

Back to work after a Monday off… brutal. But the tie will keeps me in the mood to work with Sunday on the horizon. Have a great day. 



Monday Poetry: “My Morning Routine”

Hat Tip to Mac Davis

“… but I’m doing the best that I can”

Humility is one  of the Greatest Virtues. Without Humility, you would never be able admit when you’re wrong. Problem with that is… we are all wrong, all the time about most everything we say, do or believe. We just don’t know it yet. 

So thank God for Humility this morning. Here’s a small glimpse of my “Daily Humility Pill”. I hope you have a wonderful day full of Humility increasing activities and events. Just keep it between the ditches and you’ll be fine. 🙂


My Morning Routine

Oh lord, it’s hard to shave early,

when you wake at three ‘clock every day.

I cant so much as look in the mirror,

I’m ‘fraid wouldn’t see much anyway.

to shave my face gets purty gruesome,

I musta’ missed a whisker or two (or three?)

oh lord, it’s hard to shave early…

but i do it most every day

Ohhhhhhhhh……(come on now, all together)

Oh, Lord, it’s hard to shave early,….

(ad infinitum, ad nauseum)


Three Word Tales: “Robust”

Hat tip to Saintswest for the prompt. Three words, one story, miles of implications. Check him out here.
Here’s mine.

“Life is Robust”

strong and healthy; vigorous.
sturdy in construction
able to withstand or overcome adverse conditions.
Enjoy the day.

Xtian HaiKu: Tele-Ironic

“… but don’t ever leave”


The phone rings again

Been so long, can’t remember 

Sorry, wrong number


It’s not their fault if we haven’t told them, but it’s still sad that people we were once so close to and felt community with as Family in Christ almost never call or communicate with us. One family who once hosted a home group we were involved in lives just down the street from us. They haven’t spoken to us for several years after we left that church.

“The only reason Christian friends call us now is having misdialed or wanting us to go to their particular church.” -kia   

For us, this has been the toughest thing about Deconversion from Christianity. I was once the outgoing, make a friend anywhere, never unable to find community kind of guy. I loved people, loved serving them, loved teaching and encouraging them… and they loved me. They loved my wife, who was always willing to listen, pray for and with, laugh and cry along side anyone who had a need. Community meant so much more to us. The Family of God and our church was our home. 

Since leaving Christianity behind, we’ve tried to recapture that sense of belonging, that closeness in relationship with others, but it’s not the same. Sometimes I think that feeling, however authentic or artificial it is in the final analysis, is part of why some Christians stay in the church atmosphere beyond the ‘Best by Date’ that they know they should leave. 

It’s one of the most intoxicating and comforting reasons to stay, and in my opinion the most soul crushing and gut wrenching things when you leave. 

But as my quote, prompted by a real phone call this morning says… more often than not, it’s  just not Reality. Friends and ‘family’ who ‘love’ you and ‘Fully support’ you when you are there with them, reinforcing the shared community experience… are often the last to be ‘with you’ or even think or care about you when you aren’t.

Call me maybe?

“… oh, I’m sorry. I misdialed.” >Click<

This is the toughest part of choosing reality over the comforting myth. We still choose Reality every day.


Thoreauvian Thursday: Mind your Words, they have Power

Mind your Words


Words have Meaning ONLY in that they Carry and Deliver what we fill them with…

  • as water to the thirsty soul… or poison
  • as Bread for the Body… or Stones 
  • as life to the Dead… or Death to the Living.

Beware of the Seeds you Plant in the Soil of other’s Minds, Hearts and Lives. Plant for the Future Harvest to be gathered in. And hope there is more than just Dirt and Rocks left over after the Winnowing has been done.

… for they Carry Great Power


Happy Birthday, Virginia 

From Wikipedia 

Adeline Virginia Woolf (nĂ©e Stephen; 25 January 1882 – 28 March 1941) was an English writer and one of the foremost modernists of the twentieth century.

During the interwar period, Woolf was a significant figure in London literary society and a central figure in the influential Bloomsbury Group of intellectuals. Her best-selling works include the novels Mrs Dalloway (1925), To the Lighthouse (1927) and Orlando (1928), and the book-length essay A Room of One’s Own (1929), with its dictum, “A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.”

Woolf suffered from severe bouts of mental illness throughout her life[4] and committed suicide by drowning in 1941 at the age of 59.

Tie Tuesday: Purple Zebras.

Alright, not much purple in the tie, but hear me out

Take a tip from a zebra. In religious or political discussions, people are rarely just black or white, red or blue, all one thing or another.

Often, probably 99% of the time, we are a mishmash of different shades. We are individuals, which is why binary systems fail to tell the whole story of who we are, what we believe and why we do what we do and say what we say.

Binary systems are good for those who want to control narratives and ultimately people by sticking them in ready made groups to aim them at each other so the people are too occupied to see they are more alike, have more in common than they think. And so the people are too engaged in false rhetoric and ideological warfare to see that they are being controlled by the real enemies of their freedom.

Resist the control of binary thinking, politics and hatred. See people for who they really are. Zebras, Purple Zebras. Not enemies but just like you. Just different.