Stood Up By the Muse and Invited to Rest

Each December, it happens again. I find myself too weary to come up with the ideas and attention I need to summon up a coherent thought. When the time comes to pull up an empty document and have a good time, the muse stands me up. I suspect December has the same effect on most…

The First Love of God

It seems strange to wonder what a God who refers to himself as love would love. Then again, as I understand the faith, a little bit of wonder is a good thing. And so I wonder if it would be best to say first that he loves all that he has made, from the mountains…

Hurtling toward Home

How many times have you moved this year?   I had not thought of that one so I had to take a second. At the beginning of last summer, I lived in the hallowed halls of the Mountain Lodge Apartments in Birmingham, Alabama. I had been there for over three years, which to this point,…

Correcting the Sin of Not Bragging

The other day I went into Starbucks to grab a cup of coffee and I must admit that I looked like a 12-year-old San Francisco Giants bat-boy. I was wearing my weathered hat along with my still-crisp World Champions shirt and to be honest one more time, this was no coincidence. I have loved this…

The Paradoxical Truth

One feature of German theologians that attracts me so much is their love for, and indeed in many cases, reliance upon paradox. A paradox is fancy word for a statement that seems self-contradictory. The first example that comes to my mind is Martin Luther’s statement: a Christian is the perfectly free lord of all, subject…

The Simple Truth

I used to be an arrogant punk. Now, I know this comes as a great surprise and shock to the reader, especially those who have only got to know me in the last couple of years. You are thinking to yourself, hey, I know Casey, where does he get off saying he used to be…