My story is not for the religious or the atheistic or the agnostic. it is for everyone interested in the truth. This blog contains first drafts of poetry and prose for my series of books on Christ, the first of which, Waking Up Jesus, is being greeted kindly by critics. The ongoing story of Jesus waking up in Chicago, in the body of an agnostic writer,. Who is nothing like the Son of God the right-wing Christians watching him expected. I try to imagine their anticipation.

Saturday, January 21, 2012. I love Christmas, an.

Together we drove across the country in a minivan loaded to the ceiling with all our worldly possesions. A tin of caramel popcorn. Two dozen pairs of shoes. A photo of a deer. 23 cans of Coors Light. To keep our beards neatly trimmed. And never be surprised to wake up naked. Thursday, July 1, 2010. A few moments from the toy store to get us back in the swing of things.

Sunday, February 14, 2010. Along with its precious time. How does one live in this world with. Now some-one must learn to. I notice the desire for purpose. Is present and unclear,. Because I want to know,. Whose purpose do I serve. And its collective fear? Anyway, I .

I fell asleep in a democracy, then woke up. in Canada, March 2005, in a country led by a bumbling fool.