Author Archives: Ken Greenman

Maybe it’s our growing population, so taxing to heavens switchboard. All those prayers for miracles multiplying as humanity races around the baby-making track. We’ve worn Clarence and Michael ragged, their wings tattered, their halo bent and dented, their trumpet rusty … Continue reading →

God’s got fingers making miracles. One is a teacher. One is your nurse. One is your doctor. One, a pastor. One, your ever loving spouse. Two are your parents. (Yeah, Yeah… I know! That’s more than five! So what? God’s … Continue reading →

It can never end well, in that it ends. A professor emiritus drooling into his porridge, his room silent against the clattering of trays on the cart in the hall, the nurses call. Or dear great grandma falling into final … Continue reading →

Every seventh sundown we are sent a hint of heaven. It’s all we get for now. It must suffice. A weekly Spirit shower. A blessing. Gods gift in a mitzvah made manifest in the movement of a clock, in its … Continue reading →

The difference begins at sundown, when holiness arrives. Not as some theologians construct, but as a God-created-reality. A creation in itself, where, when we walk, we walk submerged in the sacred, not in a thought, rather with tactile sensation. The … Continue reading →

How many billion prayers rise to God’s ears, every day, years after years! It doesn’t matter to what Name they’re prayed. All the Names God has chosen to be called are Holy, so God still gets them all! Imagine! All … Continue reading →

I admire that you lick your finger to get the last of the lint from the dryer-filter when the clothes are all warm and ready. I enjoy the way you lick your fingers to clean the chocolate frosting from them … Continue reading →

The old hymn says, “We have an anchor… anchored to the Rock which shall not move…” Well, yes, surity is comforting and needed, until it’s not. Until we dream of slipping our mouring, setting out to sea to see how … Continue reading →

A pleasant realizing arising about aging: I can be more and more entertained by less and less! A breakfast bowl filled with Cheerios and fruit: Two bananas, sliced / Six strawberries, halved / Five black berries / Five spoon full … Continue reading →

A suddenly grown noisy world. The wind a steady humming. The chimes a constant song. That construction crew, two streets down: Power saws, nail guns, 2X4’s banging together, Latin music from an ancient Boom-Box. A single engine Cessna over head, … Continue reading →