Yes, "Now". Here and now. Whatever's going on — isn't it just the big picture on pause?

Church is — well, not an optional extra, of course, and yet I can't help thinking that sometimes artificiality leaves us feeling depressed, while sometimes pushing back leads back to God.

News stories and memories colliding around rollercoasters, circuses and empty church buildings. Outrageous, glorious, both?

The unfolding of Chapter Seventeen's architecture and approach feels compelling. I’m thinking aloud here about potential areas of research.

Just notes on certainty and hearsay, as I thnk aloud about how artificial intelligence shows us more than we wanted to see about what we're full of.

It was a sad day when we heard Catherine O'Hara had passed away. But AI told me not to worry.

…Blip. Oh. Well, that's the power gone. And I don't just mean electricity. Where's a techie when you need one? He's no good now. At least he has his dramaturgy to fall back on.

These things would only ever happen in church or in a crisis. (Like Tom Hanks with an ice skate — needs must. Sometimes. Other times it's inappropriate, dangerous, outrageous and misguided.) Hence my new fancy word, ship-wreck-less-ons. The kind of things any one of us might learn in Chapter Seventeen.

Doesn't everyone have two draining boards? No? Well, that's okay. Contemporary systems seem to flatten our natural urges. Hang on. That may be more important.

Yes, I know it looks like what I'm doing here is creating a website. After all, I'm creating a website. But don't misunderstand me. The website isn't really the point.

My website looks quite standard until that menu item — Stage Door. It's what happens with a literary imagination birthed in Bible and Bagpuss.

Am I alone in finding everything I encounter brings up a thousand other things? Now apply that to reading the Bible. I know.

Just an average writing day, but genuinely finding my private thinking interrupted by questions about how that might seem if said aloud.

What happens in the space where faith, muscle memory, and a Bible story meet — this day. Or Thursday…