i believe in magic. or, as the late great nick drake sang so hauntingly , "i was made to love magic." but not that sleight-of-hand variety, practiced by charlatans and shysters. i mean, i enjoy a good trick as much as the next person, but i don't love magic tricks. that's not magic. those are illusions. tricks and illusions are just that: things that, by definition are the opposite of real. they distort and obstruct reality in order to make it seem like something else is real. but nothing has really changed. it is merely a trick. but i was made to love magic. real magic. where reality really does shift and change in ways that are sacramental in the purest sense of the word: mysterious. let me explain. yesterday it snowed. again. on the second-to-last day of march it snowed like the proverbial lion of march decided to eat the lamb and tear it to bits, with pieces of white wool flying around everywhere. it snowed and snowed, cold wetness fallin
a collection of words about God and life and art and baseball and football and hope and my family and my ministry and music and the immense joy in each moment of all of it. it's a record of being human. welcome.