Author Archives: Ken Greenman

I don’t believe in A GOD, but I believe in prayer. I don’t believe a virgin gave birth but I believe Mary did. I don’t believe in ressurection but I believe soul is for ever. I don’t believe in Satan … Continue reading →

( fair warning: This is a long one…. ) I’ve been coming to this park since my Mother carried me. I romped here in my childhood. Green fields and woods in the middle of my Brooklyn neighborhood. I buy a … Continue reading →

“Slow down, Son. 70 isn’t the end. But there comes a time when signs on the road ahead are not so easy to see and after a while they blur completely. Then you have a choice. Fight on through the … Continue reading →

A congregation of two, today, in our Saturday morning church. My wife and I in our four-poster bed worshiping love together. Giggling angels sneaking curious peeks through our bedroom window curtains. God smiling from Her beach-chair on the roof. What … Continue reading →

The wind of the Spirit, when it blows at all, blows strong in my family tree. My Great Grand Ma in Norway held faith close to her heart. First in Luthers reforming zeal. Then in the iron beliefs of Adventist … Continue reading →

None of us is fixed to a sure thing, some all powerful truth explaining everything that is, today, then tomorrow fadeing from the believers memory, replaced by another, IDEA… maybe, at times, its opposite… at times, its first cousin-once removed, … Continue reading →

To say I saved Rekah in any way during the riots in Muljab is, of course, nonsense. Her beautiful brown eyes found me before I ever saw her slender-sari-wrapped-body, washed in blood, gore streaked bodies concealing her, thus her escape … Continue reading →

Just recently, I won the multi-million dollar PowerBall. I got six bucks. I’ve learned to take what I get. Sure, Fortune might have smiled her brighter smile at me. I could be sitting in the parking lot waiting for Bank … Continue reading →

The Cardinal is a hint of how heaven comes, or death. He does not flutter in, a slow motion float. Rather not here – then- here- in a sudden seconds bold shimmer of a red now. I wish I might … Continue reading →

An old song says, “…I ain’t got long to stay here….”. but I feel no haste to “…steal away, steal away home…”. For mine is the hot flow of warm love between my darling wife and I, the bell tone … Continue reading →