Long before Matt Williams was the third-base coach of the Arizona Diamondbacks, he played the “hot-corner” for the San Francisco Giants. And he was my hero. I remember sitting in Candlestick Park, the wind whipping the sand from the infield all the way to the upper-deck, dreaming of wearing number nine, fielding short-hops, and hitting…
I once had a friend at work who- how do I say this spiritually- provided many opportunities to cultivate patience in my soul. To those who are new to the faith, what that means is that he drove all of us bananas. In a job that requires constant communication and socialization, the guy whose mouth…
There is nothing so dangerous or necessary in the world as singing Isaac Watts’ coarse and abhorrent words would (Christ) devote his sacred head for such a worm as I? The confession that we are “worms” places us at the crux of our belief. Our very lives are on the line as the words come…
