A Month of Sundays

There is an interesting article about all the journalists in alternative paper in Seattle going to visit churches, and then writing about their experiences. I especially like the play on words in the title of the article (A Month of Sundays is a book by John Updike), and the description of worship at the Vineyard Church (#6). Lots of sarcasm about religion here, and a little foul language, but also some interesting thoughts.

The Ascent

New heights

New challenges

Thin Air

Hard to

Breathe

Standing alone

Above

The World

Surrounded

By Friends

And Strangers

Phone Calls

By Remote

Fail to

Expose

The Removedness

From the

City

That Make

Things Below

Look

So Small

There is a

Power

In an Ascent

And Hope

With the

Distance

That Makes

Powerful Machines

Look Like

Toys of

Little Children

Lord

You Have Shown

Your Glory

On the

Mountain

Now Speak

To Me

And Through Me

In the Valley

of

Matchbox Cars and

Shattered Dreams

My sis and her family on the chair lift at Copper Mountain

Jen in the Giant Beach Chair at Copper Mountain

My nephew's first time in the snow

My Nephews first time fishing

Mom and I in the Giant Chair at Copper Mountain

Family Pic at Cooper Mountain

Solitude

The wind
growls
like a
freight train
coming through
the canyon
stopping for
no one
crashing
through me
without stopping

The wind
stops
the world
is silent
enough to hear
the trill
of invisible birds
and the hum
of hungry insects
hopping from
flower to flower

I sit
on the rocks
that once
sat on
the edge
of a
vast ocean
infinity
surrounds
and moves
past
the speck
that is me