THE VIEW FROM SIGNAL HILL

If you hang around long enough, you’ll hear me repeating myself. One of my refrains is the power of story. Read More...

Listen: a singular chirp, a pattern over which another bird twee, twee, twees, a theme laid down for the train whistle, for the barking dog, for the hum of tires on the road just beyond the fence, just below the occasional staccato of a fast bird, eager to communicate, then the branches shake, and a squirrel plays giant drumsticks with the hoo of an owl. I hear other sounds, farther away, and wonder if the pattern is repeated. Don’t these creatures know they’ve got themselves a show? Do they take it on the road? The leaves rustle, an engine vrooms, an owl takes a breath – that’s what the first sound sounds like: a breathing – then hoo, hoo, hoo. Read More...

My friend and pastor Jack preached a good sermon on Sunday at Pullen Memorial Baptist Church. He reflected on our worship for the day, a choral and congregational presentation of Mozart. Read More...