“Roses are red, violets are blue.” This simple adage described most art for centuries. It was a basic philosophy for painters ever since prehistoric people sketched animals on cave walls. A Neanderthal would color a bull ochre. A landscape artist would paint a rose red. A still life painter would paint an apple yellow. A Read more about Everyday Wonder: The Eyes of Claude Monet[…]
I watch my granddaughter vibrating, and I remember when I used to do the same thing. Rose is six years old, and she’s finally entered December, the month of Christmas. Though she’s still weeks away, her eagerness for Christmas morning is nearly all-consuming; excitement pulses and throbs in every molecule of her little cells. This Read more about Being Patient is Hard Work[…]
Hi! Just a note to let you know that I’ve updated the website www.larrybuxton.com. I hope you can see it’s better organized. I’ve included a new opening video to help you navigate it more easily. I’m also planning to make my first book – A Very Larry Life: Into, Through and Beyond Parish Ministry – Read more about A Website Update[…]
(This piece began with the simple exercise of writing what came to mind when hearing the word “tree.” It went from an initial image to something like a eulogy, as you will see.) In the shadows of the side yard of my house stood a single tall pine. From it hung, for some mysterious reason, Read more about A Mysterious Presence[…]
A Sermonic Reflection. The last big story about King David helps us understand … why some people see a different God than we do. … and how the future of the church may depend on our making one important choice.
I am privileged to be published regularly in the newsletter Read the Spirit. I highly recommend your subscribing to it — it comes out every Monday — as various writers around the nation look for the deeper meanings and movements beneath everyday life. The July 4 issue is especially moving, as several writers share personal Read more about Read the Spirit: Abraham Lincoln & Gettysburg[…]
I’m in the 7th grade, soon to be 13 years old. I get up from bed just a little after 10:00 and go outside in the dark. I walk to the edge of the front lawn, just by the street, and I look up. It’s a mid-April night, the skies are clear, stars are visible, and Read more about Abraham in My Adolesence[…]