Author Archives: jackpelham

It does not appear that there is any limit to the ways in which we may misunderstand the Bible—whether in the number of misunderstandings or in the degree to which we misunderstand. Like humans themselves, human responses to the texts … Continue reading →

Some will swear that loves’ the thingYet they will define it as they willExcluding whatever doesn’t fancy themTo include under the banner of love.

Quite obviously, when you limit the field length for the incoming message, you are excluding messages that will not fit in the prescribed space. This means you’re probably assumingthat any good message would fit in the box and any that … Continue reading →

I suppose you could fill an ocean With the things I don’t know. And I should explain thatI say I suppose becauseI don’t know that for a factBut I confess it seems at least A reasonable stab atThe aggregate volume … Continue reading →

It’s impressive the array of items that certain menCan produce on demand from another orificeWhile deliberating as to whether the words“I don’t know” should be permittedTo escape their lips.

I’m reminded this morning of a great scene in the movie, Sergeant York. I believe it has one of the richest metaphors ever to make it to the silver screen—the kind we could sit and ponder for an hour and … Continue reading →

Now I’ve got to tell you right up frontThat you’re going to need to sit downWhile you hear me out. There are standing up talksAnd there are sitting down talksAnd this is one of the latter kind. So let’s get … Continue reading →

The one trainer swears up and downThat if you know his fitness secretYou can eat any food you likeHowever egregiousAnd that it will bring you no harm.

Because I trust you so muchI will risk to admit to you—Even after my big pushback To your suggestion from yesterday—The possibility that deep down in my heart—Beneath those often-traveled levelsWhere the words play outAnd the feelings are feltAnd the … Continue reading →

What is it—This new manna—This joy that comes Fresh with the morningExcept on the very darkest of days—Which I cannot explain—And gives me a nudgeTo start all over again—Even when I had run outThe night beforeAnd had little hope But … Continue reading →