Author: Will Schmit

Somehow becoming a climate crisis denier has become the social and political equivalent of defending God’s sovereign power. The world He asks us not to be of isn’t the earth, the natural vulnerable planet we

Flowers never dream of what people do. Even taking water in a vase, if there’s light, they face it.   “Consider,” He said. Colorful instruction looms in a bloom.   Follow the bees, neighbor. Share

A young friend of mine’s best friend from high school died a few days ago. Suicide. Early twenties. Relationship difficulties complicated his rehab progress. Another example of the enemy coming but to lie,steal, and destroy.

Christ’s crucifixion was a hell of a thing. For three days, death had its sting. 2000 years later we homogenize the unthinkable brutality of His public humiliation and execution because Good Friday leads up to

The storm is a ways away, maybe a mile or more. The first drops dot the window then stream in tears as they have for days. The grey roil hints at a darker day, and

Being productive. It’s a common enough expression. I’m sure some Zen cats have taken it apart to stress, or would it be unstress, the being part. Production gets the reputation, the practise behind it gets

It is the other in your brother that makes the hood interesting.   Spices from the window, music in the air, all the names of God in dialects.   What the missing fathers miss we

I’m buying my bride of nearly twenty years a chess set for Valentine’s Day. (As it’s meant to be a surprise I hesitate to put it in writing here, but hey, who reads InspireAFire anyways?)

Day works into night, a great blue heron silhouettes black against the last pink slip of sunset. Near the end of my route, kitchen lights outnumber the stars, the year’s new twilight shadows me home.