From heaven the Lord looks down and sees all mankind; from his dwelling place he watches all who live on earth— he who forms the hearts of all, who considers everything they do. No king is saved by the size of his army; no warrior escapes by his great strength. A horse is a vain … Read more
The featured photo is from a page in a booklet written by our host in Chamonix. In the group photo, Anny stands on my left. A former ski instructor, mom of three, married to the man she loved, she had no thought of Jesus. Then life started to not be so lovely. And, fear and … Read more
Augustus walked this way. And well, I might say the rest is history, but it’s not. History is not a current that can be stopped or diverted. It flows over and through people groups, shaping lives, events and nations. It is not captured in a monument. It cannot be toppled, erased or undone—certainly not by … Read more
These brothers. Their prayers. And the God we serve. ❤️ He gathers the waters of the sea into jars; he puts the deep into storehouses. Let all the earth fear the Lord; let all the people of the world revere him. For he spoke, and it came to be; he commanded, and it stood firm. … Read more
Art, like truth and goodness, must have a foundation for criticism, for evaluation. Our hearts tell us this. There is right. There is wrong. There is beauty. There is good. There is evil. There is love… And there is the One who loves us all despite our unjust ways with one another. Art that is … Read more
“Some cakes for High Tea?” my friend, originally from Barbados, asked. You can guess my answer.
A big man named Hubert, a jazz singer, a skydiver, and a wife with a leopard print purse. It wasn’t a joke. The evening felt like something from a Hemingway novel. The Sun Also Rises, perhaps. But we weren’t in Paris. We were in Chartres. And it was 2020, not 1920. My point? Read Hemingway’s … Read more
How do you explain this? How did I get to Paris in the middle of this apparent darkness? One word: God.
La récolte. Do we photograph best what we love the most? Or perhaps the question should be, does an artist ever tire of trying to capture that place which they know will one day be—a place which no eye can behold and no pen can adequately describe? [Photo taken in a friend’s garage, France, 2018]
Was I seeing stars? Or just the future? My first time in “la cave” was in 2007, and the vintner (the uncle of a friend) asked, “What’s the year of your birth?” I told him after some pause, unsure of why he had asked. To this day, I have no idea why he opened that … Read more