Russellings of the Spirit

Jesus Christ

  • 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

  • S is for Significance

    (This post is the third 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.) JOAN: (my spouse of 18 years and winner of the… Continue reading

  • Spring, Soil, and Seeds

    I’m getting the bug. The spring-cleaning bug, that is. Partly because there are several places in my home that are really messy and cluttered and in great need of cleaning. [Looking at you, garage!] But my hygiene zeal also comes… Continue reading

  • U is for Undaunted

    (This post is the second 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.) The entire lifetime of Janis Joplin. The whole of the… Continue reading

  • R is for Redemption

    (This post will be the first in a series. Recently, my mentor/counselor/friend suggested I create an acrostic from my name as a way of claiming my God-given identity.) I love the table in our breakfast room. In fact, it is… Continue reading

  • “This is not a test…”

    Sometimes it takes a nuclear missile attack warning – in this case, fortunately, issued in error. Sometimes it takes the firm hand and raised voice of a **loving** spouse that keeps you from stepping absentmindedly into traffic. Sometimes it takes… Continue reading

  • Art and Eternal Life…

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  • Barcode Faith*

    My friend Mike died yesterday. Mike had been in the process of dying of cancer for the past six months or so. I had been to see Mike over the weekend and if not for the full, gray beard and… Continue reading

  • The Allure of the Forbidden

    Many years ago, when my youngest son was 16, he came to me with a “plan”. I put the word “plan” in quotes here because it was really more like an announcement and a challenge, cleverly blended together. “Hey, dad!”… Continue reading