Russellings of the Spirit

Jesus Christ

  • Remembering. And Giving Thanks

    When you grow up – as I did – in the state of Ohio, a mere one state east of the state of Indiana, Memorial Day only meant ONE THING: listening to the Indianapolis 500 auto race on the radio.… Continue reading

  • The “Never Enough Club”

    I wasn’t very productive today. But then again, I’m on vacation. Productivity is not really expected of people on vacation… is it? Two weeks ago, on the other hand, I was NOT on vacation. It was a Thursday as I… Continue reading

  • More than skin deep

    “Hey… is that a tattoo?” The question caught me off guard for a moment. I was sitting there in my car, arm extended, offering my credit card to the woman in the cute little tollbooth there at the front end… Continue reading

  • The idol of safety

    They were just sitting there at their table in that Waffle House… chatting, drinking coffee, and reliving adventures from earlier that night. They were just out for a stroll on the sidewalk on an unseasonably beautiful spring day… drinking in… Continue reading

  • Beloved

    It happened again. Sunday morning… there we all were; about 10 minutes before the worship service was scheduled to begin. I walked in, set my stuff down, and made my way back down the brown-carpeted center aisle – exchanging pleasantries… Continue reading

  • James? or David?

    What do you do when your world is out of whack? This morning I woke up with a nasty head cold. It feels like someone snuck in during the night and stuffed my head full of cotton while I was… Continue reading

  • The Path He Chose

    Want to see the future? In a way, I think we all do. I would like to know – for example – when the Kansas City Royals will next play relevant baseball in the month of October… or which stocks… Continue reading

  • Viriditas

    It’s happening. Can you feel it? If you stand REEEEEEALLLY still and cock your head a little to the left you can almost hear the new blades of grass shoving against the soil. In a few places around my yard,… Continue reading

  • The Child Within

    He sees so much, sitting there Perched on the edge of my soul. An avalanche of wonder cascades On… in… around his open, receptive eyes. He misses nothing. He is a bridge. He is a lighthouse. He is the key… Continue reading

  • S is for Serve

    (This post is the fourth in a series. Recently, my mentor/counselor/friend suggested I create an acrostic from the letters of my name as a way of claiming my God-given identity.) I hear it when we sit down to eat at… Continue reading