Russellings of the Spirit

God

  • Homecoming

    Where is your place? Whenever I discuss the important places in my life, I usually list four:  Columbus, Ohio – the place where I was born. Seattle, Washington – the place to which our family moved in 1969 (and still… Continue reading

  • News to Me

    In the morning it is usually NPR’s Morning Edition, followed by 1A, and then – time permitting, of course – a smidgen or two of The Takeaway with Tanzina Vega. In the evening we rarely miss a date with Lester Holt and the NBC… Continue reading

  • Sharing Sea Bass

    Forgive me, blogosphere, for I have sinned. Today’s confession: I am not good at sharing.  Especially when it comes to food. But don’t take my word for it. Just ask Joan. Allow me to set the scene: Joan and I are… Continue reading

  • Listening to The Voice

    “I love you,” she said. She paused. And then added, “Always have… always will.” And although he’d heard those words from her thousands of times during the 24 years of their relationship, it was different this time. That word –… Continue reading

  • An Idle Mind

    Idle hands are not a problem for me. Most of the time, I am either doing something or reveling in the fact that I am NOT doing anything. An idle mind though? That’s another story entirely. It happened to me… Continue reading

  • Fanboy Nerves

    Have you ever met a celebrity? Growing up, my best friend’s father was the weatherman on the Channel Six Nightly News. I always thought it was pretty cool to go over to Kirk’s house and see Nick Thompson – the… Continue reading

  • No Secret Cobbler

    Way back in the W.Y. (“Working Years,” for the uninitiated), I went out to lunch with my pastor buddy Steven. We dined at a local burger place and discussed a few of the many mysteries of the pastoring life.  I… Continue reading

  • Getting Uncomfortable

    Before Word #1 appears on this page, I have to settle in at my desk and get nice and comfortable. Before my car’s engine roars (politely) to life, I make sure I am quite comfortable there in the driver’s seat.… Continue reading

  • The God Who Gets It

    By now, my response cycle has become a well-practiced routine. I hear news reports of a mass shooting. I shake my head and sigh, “Not again.” I await the slow trickle of further details, incrementally ratcheting up my shock and outrage as… Continue reading

  • Going First

    Going first comes naturally to me. It all started when I volunteered to be the first of five children born to Lyn and George Brown, some [mumble, mumble] years ago. That meant I got to be the first guinea pig for them… Continue reading