There is a tent just down the street from our church parking lot. I will park at my church tonight, and walk there.

Canvas and poles and chairs and lights, and a temporary stage…the kind of setup that looks, honestly, a little bit like a county fair decided to get filled with the Holy Ghost. And there is something about it that makes you want to stand very still and just look at it.

Enjoy another in my collection of “Video Shorts”. Please meet Dr. Nawal El Saadawi…

Nobody warned me.

I mean, sure, they warned me about some things. They called it “artist probs”. They warned me that acrylic paint dries faster than you think. They warned me that galleries take fifty percent. They warned me that “exposure” doesn’t pay the electric bill.

Well. Hello Again.

Spring came to the cul-de-sac the way it always does…loud and unbothered, pollen on every surface, the grandkids back on their bikes, the occasional rap (or mariachi) music drifting up from two blocks over like a blessing nobody asked for.

And here I am, in the middle of all of it. As per usual.

There is a way of reading Scripture that is technically correct, and yet strangely sterile.

Everything seems in place. The grammar is parsed. The historical setting is noted. Doctrine is preserved. And still, something essential is missing.

It isn't wrong, it’s just… thin.

I can’t believe it.

I wrote two whole books in 2024 and 2025, and I never said a word, here on the blog.