St. Antony’s Cave

Who can forget this 70s classic especially since it’s still being recorded as of 2007?  It begins plaintively like a good hymn in the “suffering” section of a hymnal should. (more…)

A man wakes in the middle of the night to find a rosebush growing resplendently in the middle of the bedroom.  He knows it’s his bedroom, his bed, his furniture, his floor, yet from that floor sprouts this magnificent rose.  Since he is sure he knows where he is and what can and cannot be, he concludes that the rosebush must be a dream. (more…)

“He said, ‘I hate this bar and I hate to drink.

But on second thought, tonight I think

I hate everything.’” (more…)

I am beginning to fear for the future of the LCMS ministerium.  (more…)