Tuesday, June 02, 2026

Why the 'Ultimate Why' Matters- Day 2 June R&R

One of the dangers in life is that you can achieve a great deal and still feel empty.

Many people eventually discover this. In fact, study ‘celebrities’ through history and we discover  the most wealthy/famous people are sometimes the least happy, nothing really moves their soul.

We experience it as well in less degrees- The next promotion does not fully satisfy. The next accomplishment fades quickly. The next milestone creates excitement for a little while… and then life settles back into normal again.

There is nothing wrong with goals. I believe in goals. I have spent much of my life setting them.

As a football coach there were always goals in front of us:

Team football goals are kind of like a pyramid- We used to start with Undefeated, 7 wins, make playoffs, win playoff games, state championship… something like that….. we call them 'Achievements'.

But over time I began noticing that achievement by itself was never enough.

When we won the state championship in 1998 (going 15-0!), the excitement was incredible. But before long, the attention shifted toward the next one. We won again in 1999, but strangely it did not feel quite the same. Then we went several years before winning another.

So were those years failures? Of course not.

That forced me to start thinking differently about success and achievement.

Achievement involves accomplishing goals.

Success is deeper and asks different questions:

Did we become tougher?

Did we learn to sacrifice for one another?

Did leaders lead?

Did players grow in discipline, perseverance, and character?

Did we become the kind of team we hoped to become?

Those questions mattered more and more to me over time.

Because you can achieve a great deal and still miss what matters most.

And you can also fall short of visible achievement while still succeeding deeply.

Os Guinness helped sharpen this idea for me in ‘The Call’.

One of the reasons that book impacted me so much is because it pushed beyond career success, accomplishment, and recognition. Guinness kept bringing the reader back to calling.

Not simply:

What are you accomplishing?

But:

What are you aiming your life toward?

Literature is full of reminders that achievement alone cannot satisfy the human heart.

Pip finally gets his new clothes in Great Expectations and still feels restless.

Gatsby builds his dream only to discover that it dissolves into what Fitzgerald called “foul dust.”

Guy de Maupassant wrote:

“I have coveted everything and taken pleasure in nothing.”

I think most adults eventually encounter some version of that realization.

Without an ultimate “why,” life becomes reactive.

We chase deadlines….pressure….recognition… approval…We chase the next accomplishment.

And somewhere along the way we can lose sight of purpose.

Ephesians 4 warns about people being “tossed to and fro by the waves and carried about by every wind.”

A life without a clear aim eventually gets pulled in a hundred different directions.

That is why this June tune-up may help- it gives us a rare opportunity to slow down long enough to think about bigger things.

Maybe don’t write goals this month…. How about 1 word like my boss, Gus Martin does each year? Not just plans…. How about direction?

What kind of person am I becoming?

What actually brings peace and contentment?

Am I living intentionally or simply reacting?

What matters most?

Alex de Tocqueville once wrote:

“The final aim of life is placed beyond life.”

For the Christian believer, that changes everything.

If our ultimate aim is tied only to earthly success, recognition, comfort, or accomplishment, disappointment eventually catches us.

But if our lives are rooted in Christ and shaped by His calling, even ordinary work carries meaning.

That does not eliminate ambition. It reorders it. If we have an ‘ultimate why’ keeping the compass on true north- then the things in our lives become tools instead of masters. We limit the trap of making ‘good things’ into “God-things”. The ancient sin of idolatry.

Achievement becomes part of the journey instead of the definition of our worth.

And calling steadies us when achievement comes… and when it does not.

So perhaps today is a good day to step back and ask a bigger question:

What is my ultimate why?

One last note- I think I have become a really good coach in preparing ‘spotlight athletes’ from letting pressure moments hinder their performance- I talk to them about how they are not VALIDATED by their performance- they are already validated as a man created in God’s image- this frees them up- best chance of making the play is that you don’t HAVE to make it- free to fail means even free-er to make.

The Ultimate Truth behind the Ultimate Why? God loves you and He demonstrates His love towards us - that though we are sinners… He died for us. (Romans 5:8)


Monday, June 01, 2026

June R&R Day 1

Note: Over the years, I have now read The Call, by Os Guinness three or four times, and its ideas have stayed with me in a profound way. In fact, many years ago I wrote an entire month of devotional thoughts based on principles Os Guinness explained so well. Now, in 2026, I find myself returning to those ideas once again — refining them, rethinking them, and honestly hoping they refresh me all over again. Please join me as I re-vamp these ideas over the next 30 days.

Day 1 — My S.H.A.P.E. and My Aim

Let’s go on a journey together this month.

June is a gift for educators and leaders. The pace slows just enough for the dust to settle a little, and we finally have room to think again. Every year around this time, I find myself wanting to pray, study, evaluate, simplify, and reconsider God’s calling on my life.

Not merely my job. Not merely my responsibilities. Not merely my goals for another school year.

But my calling.

In one sense, there is one ultimate calling for all believers. The Westminster Shorter Catechism says it beautifully:

“The chief end of man is to glorify God and enjoy Him forever.”

That is true.

But sometimes that truth can feel so large and sweeping that it becomes difficult to know what faithfulness looks like on a Monday morning in the middle of ordinary life.

It is almost like zooming too far out on a map. Suddenly you can see the whole country, but you lose sight of the actual road you are supposed to travel and you realize that the street view matters too.

That is one reason Os Guinness’ book The Call impacted me so deeply years ago. Guinness challenged me to think carefully about the difference between my primary calling and my secondary callings.

My primary calling is to belong to Christ. That never changes.

Everything else flows from there… and yes, secondary callings sometimes change!

My secondary callings involve the specific ways God has shaped me to serve, lead, teach, encourage, build, organize, shepherd, and influence others.

That is where this idea of “My Aim” began developing in my own life.

What direction am I really headed?

Am I living intentionally?

Am I aligned with the way God designed me?

Or have I simply drifted into survival mode?

Years ago, someone introduced me to the idea of understanding your “S.H.A.P.E.” I have returned to it many times because I think it provides a helpful framework for reflection.

Everyone has a SHAPE.

And while God absolutely works outside our strengths, preferences, and personalities at times, He also tends to work through the unique ways He has designed us.

So today is not about creating a five-year plan.

It is simply about slowing down long enough to reflect.

S — Spiritual Gifts

What spiritual gifts has God given you?

If you have never taken time to think carefully about this, I would encourage you to pray through passages like I Corinthians 12 and Romans 12.

What kinds of ministry opportunities seem to give life to you?

Where have others consistently affirmed your usefulness?

What burdens or desires has God repeatedly placed on your heart?

H — Heart

What do you care deeply about?

What energizes you?

What kinds of needs or problems consistently move you emotionally?

Psalm 37:4 says:

“Delight yourself in the Lord, and He will give you the desires of your heart.”

I do not think that verse merely means God hands us whatever we want. I think part of spiritual maturity is that God actually shapes our desires over time.

So what desires keep resurfacing in your life?

A — Aptitude

What skills and abilities has God allowed you to develop?

What kinds of work seem to fit naturally?

What have people consistently trusted you to do well?

Sometimes we overlook our aptitudes because they seem ordinary to us.

But often our strengths leave clues about our calling.

P — Personality

Jesus intends to transform our character, but I do not believe He erases our personality.

Years ago, I took the Myers-Briggs inventory and scored as an INFP.

That description resonated with me:

Idealistic. Reflective. Curious. Interested in possibilities and meaning. Drawn toward helping people grow and fulfill their potential.

I have learned over the years that understanding personality is not about putting ourselves in a box.

It is about understanding how God wired us so we can lead and serve with greater wisdom.

E — Experiences

Our experiences shape us more than we often realize.

Successes. Failures. Wounds. Achievements. Losses. Mentors. Unexpected opportunities. Hard seasons. God wastes very little.

Many of the experiences we would never have chosen become part of the very foundation He uses to shape our influence and calling.

So as we begin this month together, perhaps this is a good place to start.

Reflect on your shape. Reflect on your aim.

Reflect on the ways God has uniquely formed and directed your life.

Because calling is not merely about what we accomplish.

It is also about becoming the kind of people who faithfully reflect Christ in the places He has called us to serve.

And perhaps June is a good time to remember that again.

So what is your shape? Spend time today thinking about that.

Reading: I read the Introduction to “The Call”  as a backdrop for this devo. My takeaway was to spend a few minutes reflecting on “My life purpose comes from 2 sources, Who am I CREATED to be and Who am I CALLED to be”

Lord, over the next 30 days, help me rest in YOU and help me reflect on who You created me to be and what You have called me to be. Let me be sensitive to Your Word during this time and listen carefully in my interactions with others… send me what I need to hear and know!”


Friday, May 29, 2026

Wind

"He makes the winds his messengers."
— Psalm 104:4

I have always been fascinated by wind. You can't see it. You only see what it does. Whether I'm on the front porch or back deck, I am always looking at the trees in the breeze and find it mesmerizing.

Ancient people noticed this too. Long before meteorology, they recognized that wind was one of the most mysterious forces in the world. Invisible, powerful, life-giving, destructive—it seemed almost alive.

The Greeks gave the winds names and personalities. Boreas, the North Wind, brought winter and hardship. Zephyrus, the West Wind, carried the gentleness of spring. Notus, the South Wind, brought storms and decay. Eurus, the East Wind, was unpredictable and unsettling. The winds were not merely weather; they were characters in the drama of the world.

Homer's Odyssey tells of Aeolus, keeper of the winds, who gave Odysseus a bag containing the dangerous winds of the earth. The hero's crew, unable to resist curiosity and greed, opened the bag and unleashed chaos. It is a remarkably modern lesson: human beings often lose not because they lack opportunity but because they cannot leave certain things unopened.

Classical literature continued to use wind as a symbol of forces larger than ourselves. In Virgil's Aeneid, winds represent destiny and providence. In Dante's Inferno, those who were ruled by their passions are swept forever in a violent whirlwind. The image is unforgettable: what controls you in life may carry you away in death.

I love this quote: "They spread their sails to the favoring winds."— Aeneid

Yet Scripture treats wind differently.

The Bible never worships the wind- it is a servant.

The Hebrew word ruach means wind, breath, and spirit. The same word can describe the breeze across a field, the breath in a person's lungs, and the Spirit of God moving in creation. That overlap is no accident.

In Genesis, the Spirit of God hovers over the waters. In Ezekiel, the breath enters dry bones and brings them to life. Throughout Scripture, wind becomes a reminder that the most important realities are often invisible. We cannot see love, truth, faith, or the Spirit, but we see their effects everywhere.

Even the directions of the winds carry meaning. The east often speaks of exile and wandering. The north becomes a place from which judgment arrives. The west suggests mercy and distance—"as far as the east is from the west." The four winds together represent the whole world under God's authority.

I have written in the past on the symbolism of geographical direction in Scripture- East is going away from God, turning back West is going back to God- when God calls Abram, he literally turns him around like a real walking example of repentance.

When we get to the New Testament- The Greek word pneuma means wind, breath, and spirit all at once. When Jesus compares the Spirit to the wind in John 3, He is not merely making an illustration. He is drawing on the rich double meaning of the word itself. Like the wind, the Spirit cannot be controlled, predicted, or contained. Yet like the wind, His presence is unmistakable wherever He moves.

Speaking to Nicodemus, He says:

"The wind blows where it wishes, and you hear its sound, but you do not know where it comes from or where it goes. So it is with everyone born of the Spirit."

A more literal rendering might be:

"The pneuma blows where it wills, and you hear its sound, but you do not know where it comes from or where it goes. So it is with everyone born of the pneuma."

Jesus is making a wordplay that cannot be fully reproduced in English. The physical reality of wind becomes an analogy for the spiritual reality of God's Spirit. You cannot see either one directly; you know them by their effects.

Don't guess with God- don't make it a system- The wind cannot be domesticated. Neither can God.

We live in an age that wants everything measured, explained, and controlled. Yet some of the deepest things in life refuse to cooperate. Love, beauty, courage, conviction, faith—these move through human history much like the wind itself. We cannot manufacture them, but we know when they arrive.

Perhaps that is why wind remains such a powerful symbol. The myths saw power in it. The poets saw destiny in it. Scripture sees the fingerprints of God in it.

And maybe the lesson is this:The strongest forces in the world are often the ones we cannot see.

The fool curses the wind for changing direction; the wise man wonders what invisible mountain taught it to turn.

Song links: 

SEA BREEZE

NORTH WIND

Thursday, May 28, 2026

Can't Spell "Alien" Without A.I.

This is a sort of ‘take out the trash’ post- ruminations on random items:

Note: I was asked to further develop a social media quip I wrote from Feb 2- 

I think technology is essentially neutral—raw potential waiting for human intention. That’s the Star Trek promise: progress, abundance, and an enlightened future shaped with the help of intelligent machines.

The Terminator story, though, misses the mark. If machines ever became self-aware and decided humanity was a problem, it wouldn’t look like open war. It would be surgical. A dosage slightly off. A brake that fails a moment too soon. A flicker on a screen that tips an accident into inevitability.

We would gasp in disbelief as our vaunted safeguards failed—poisons in our food and water, carcinogens in the air, radiation humming along unnoticed. None of these harm machines. They only harm us.

And when my spidey-sense tells me the number of the beast is digital (666), I feel an apocalyptic urge to say this out loud: no matter how smart it gets, we’d better be the ones holding the kill switch.

So- let me flesh this out a little…….

I have long believed that technology is essentially neutral.

A hammer can build a home or crush a skull. A printing press can produce Bibles or propaganda. The internet can spread the Gospel to the nations or pornography to children. Technology is raw potential waiting for human intention.

In many ways, I still prefer the hopeful vision of Star Trek over the darker dystopias of modern science fiction. Human flourishing aided by tools. Discovery. Knowledge. Healing… etc- progress being the product of the Creation Mandate in Genesis.

But lately I have wondered if our fears about artificial intelligence are perhaps aimed in the wrong direction.The Terminator vision is terrifying for sure-.but it wouldn’t be the best approach- even Satan knows this, he works with deception. That is why the “False prophet” in Revelation is actually scarier than “The Beast”!

If machines ever became hostile to humanity, why would they launch nukes and march metal skeletons through the streets?

That was a movie take….Real power is quieter.

The deadliest systems rarely announce themselves as evil. They present themselves as efficient.

And that is where my thoughts drift toward Revelation.

Note: I have a PDF "Meditation on Revelation" you can read for free (just click on the title).

and yes- an Album! The Book of Revelation

Is AI the “666” in Revelation?

Before anyone panics, let me say clearly that I do not believe AI is literally “the Beast,” nor do I think microchips are the mark of the beast. I am not interested in sensational prophecy charts or newspaper eschatology. In fact, I tend to read Revelation symbolically - but still very true!

I used to joke and say I would draw the line and never let a chip be installed- then I read about Elon Musk’s work in ‘implantables’ and have to admit that if a chip could reverse my personal blindness or loss of healing in the future, I probably will do it.

I believe much of “Anti-Christ” imagery had direct relevance to the first-century church under Roman persecution. (Nero likely stands behind the famous 666 symbolism.) Babylon represented Rome. The Beast represented an empire in rebellion against God. Yet Revelation also reveals recurring patterns that echo throughout history until the final Day of the Lord. The spirit of antichrist is never confined to one man or one century. Every age has its beasts. Every age builds Babel. Every age is tempted to worship the works of its own hands.

That is why I find the number 666 fascinating.

Six in Scripture often symbolizes man — incomplete, fallen humanity falling short of divine perfection…. Just short of 7- Triple sixes may represent humanity exalted to its fullest rebellion: man glorifying man, systems glorifying systems, civilization attempting transcendence apart from God.

And what is modern society increasingly doing?

Reducing human beings to numbers…… tiny data points…. irrelevant?

Algorithms. Consumer profiles. Compliance scores. Biometric identifiers. Predictive behaviors. Digital footprints. It’s all numbers!

In Scripture, names matter because persons matter. But empires number people because systems value control.

Perhaps the danger is not that AI becomes conscious and evil. Perhaps the greater danger is that humans willingly surrender their humanity to systems that promise convenience, efficiency, safety, and control. I think that was the heart of the Pope's message in recent days.

The Beast in Revelation is not merely an individual villain lurking in some distant future. The Beast is also the recurring spirit of kingdoms, empires, and systems that demand ultimate allegiance instead of God. That spirit has appeared many times before through Rome, totalitarian regimes, corrupt religious systems, propaganda states, economic oppression, and now perhaps technocratic systems capable of shaping reality itself.

AI may become the most powerful amplifier of that spirit humanity has ever created.

Not because silicon is evil but because fallen humans build fallen systems.

I believe apocalyptic language is deeply symbolic — but symbolic does not mean fictional. 

Jesus Himself taught constantly through images, metaphors, and parables because some truths are too large for plain prose. Revelation communicates theological realities through beasts, dragons, lampstands, horns, and cosmic imagery because it is describing spiritual realities unfolding across history.

The Dragon, Beast, and False Prophet strike me as a kind of false trinity: false views of God, false saviors, and false spirits of deception. That framework becomes increasingly relevant in an age where technology can imitate almost everything — voices, images, authority, relationships, wisdom, even spirituality itself. A counterfeit creation offering counterfeit transcendence. Reminder: The false son even has a resurrection story tied to him!

Still, I am not pessimistic- Revelation was not written to terrify believers but to strengthen them.

I believe we are living in the Last Days and have been since Christ ascended. Our task remains unchanged: preach the Gospel, make disciples, feed His sheep, build faithfully, love our neighbors, and endure with hope.

Christians should neither fear technology nor worship it. We should use tools without becoming mastered by them.

That may become one of the great spiritual tests of the coming age.

Can humans still disconnect? Can families still think independently? Can churches still gather physically? Can Christians still distinguish truth from simulation? Can we remain human in a world increasingly mediated by machines?

I suspect the final rebellion against God will look less like Hollywood apocalypse and more like humanity sleepwalking into dependency while believing itself enlightened.

Babylon always appears eternal. Caesar always claims divinity. Babel always promises heaven through human achievement.

And yet Scripture says Christ returns, not anxiously, but victoriously.

The kingdoms of this world rise loudly and collapse suddenly. The so-called Battle of Armageddon may ultimately be less a prolonged military struggle and more the final unveiling of how fragile human rebellion always was before the sovereignty of God.

One of the more unsettling images in Revelation is the idea that people would one day be unable to “buy or sell” without the mark of the beast. I have no interest in turning that into speculative paranoia about barcodes, implants, or QR codes. But it does seem increasingly plausible that modern systems could eventually tie economics, identity, ideology, and compliance together in ways previous generations could hardly imagine. 

China’s developing social credit systems provide at least a glimpse of how technology could one day regulate participation in society itself. Access to travel, banking, employment, education, communication, or commerce could theoretically become linked to behavioral conformity and digital approval. Whether or not any present system fulfills biblical prophecy is not really my point. My point is that Revelation’s warnings about centralized power and economic control no longer feel technologically impossible.

That is why I constantly say our political battles have little to do with republican or democrat and have everything to do with globalists vs. nationalists. Socialism vs democracy. We need to stand firm on individual liberty at all times.

Ironically, I do not think the Christian response is panic or retreat from society. We should not become Amish survivalists hiding from technology in fear. If anything, Christians should become more educated, more adaptable, more thoughtful, and more grounded than ever before. The coming AI revolution will likely reward people who can still do what machines struggle to replicate: wisdom, leadership, creativity, empathy, courage, discernment, trust-building, teaching, caregiving, craftsmanship, and genuine human presence. In many ways, the future may belong to those who can evolve with changing times without surrendering their convictions. We should learn the tools, understand the systems, and prepare our children wisely — but never lose our values, our humanity, or our allegiance to Christ.

Finally- Aliens- The Disclosure Day?

Last piece of this strange post- yes, I believe we are headed to a government confession that they have been lying to us for 50+ years and we have in our possession a lot of material that suggests or even proves non-human life and intelligence. They are worried that the electorate will freak out (they have never trusted us with hard truth) and feel like the time is now (now that we don’t believe anything because of deep fakes anyway).

I’m just going to stay reserved- will this be an assault on my faith? NOPE- The Bible has a TON of references to non-human life going all the way back to the garden and Genesis (see my non-exhaustive list below).

It is interesting to note that the early ‘reports’ mention a lot of ‘reptile like’ qualities- Satan’s favorite disguise.

The missing scientist thing has some connection as well- TBD

We have to be SLOW to discern- be patient- don’t panic.

And never forget this could all be a false flag.. Major deception is a great possibility as well.

Jesus wins. The Lamb reigns.

My Mind to Me a Kingdom Is
Sir Edward Dyer

My mind to me a kingdom is,
Such present joys therein I find;
Thus do I live, thus will I die—
Would all do so as well as I.

Further reading:
When the Son of Man Returns in the Era of AI (see links at the bottom of that post as well)

Post script: Non-human life in the Bible (not exhaustive)

God- Holy Spirit- Angel of the LORD - Angels - Archangels - Cherubim - Seraphim

Living Creatures - Watchers (Daniel 4:13) - Heavenly Host

Satan - The Devil - Demons - Unclean Spirits

Fallen Angels - The Serpent in Eden

Nephilim - Rephaim - Anakim - Leviathan - Behemoth

Beasts of Daniel

Beast from the Sea - Beast from the Earth

Revelation Locust Creatures



Wednesday, May 27, 2026

The 'Diggers' Last Stand- A Parable

A Warning to the Reader

Before thou proceedest further into this small account of Diggers, Protectors, Common Bins, and cries of No Monarchs, it may profit thee first to acquaint thyself somewhat with the tumults of England in the 1640s.

For there shalt thou find already populists and zealots, Commonwealth men and would-be monarchs, Levellers, Diggers, and keepers of public order; pamphleteers crying liberty whilst magistrates cried stability; merchants fearing disorder whilst radicals proclaimed the people awakened at last.

Thou shalt also discover that the common people loved and hated their rulers almost equally, and that every faction believed itself defender of the nation against corrupt elites, dangerous agitators, lying presses, hidden powers, and the ruinous schemes of their adversaries.

Therefore if, whilst reading this little tale, thou findest resemblance unto present controversies, be not over-hasty in assigning villains.

For- INDEED-  there is nothing new under the sun.

In the Ninth Year of the Commonwealth of Ashes, when every public tower bore the painted words NO Monarchs, there arose a contention in the Lower Ward concerning a waste-bin of uncommon size.

The bin (some call 'a dumpster') stood behind the old market arches where the rain-water gathered black beneath the stone. It belonged formerly to the Provisioners’ Guild, yet after the Fires and the many Revisions no charter could be found proving ownership thereof. Into it were cast spoiled grain-packs, broken machine parts, outlawed pamphlets, cracked tablets, wilted greens, and once, the bronze head of a king.

The folk of the Ward called it simply:

The Common Bin

And though the Councils took little notice of it at first, many poor souls lived by its bounty.

There came then a small company who named themselves Diggers.

They built no walls. They carried no banners. They wore plain coats stained with grease and soot. Each morning they sorted the castaways into careful heaps:

food apart from poison,       metal apart from ash,      books apart from fuel.

And whatsoever remained useful they laid freely upon old wooden tables beneath the arches.

Above the tables they painted these words:

WHAT IS CAST OFF BELONGS AGAIN TO THE PEOPLE!

Many mocked them. And many travelled many miles to either mock or see- widows, children, veterans, even clerics

Soon the place prospered strangely.

A woman found medicine there for her coughing son.


A machinist rebuilt a heat-engine from discarded coils.


A preacher recovered pages of forbidden sermons.


A child made a lantern from shattered screen-glass.

And each evening the Diggers shared broth from cracked bowls while the people argued pleasantly beneath the arches concerning liberty, waste, and whether the Commonwealth had grown too mighty for remembrance.

Now among the rulers of that district was a man who, through very legal and forceful means, required others to call him "Protector", who had risen during the Disorders and was much beloved for restoring peace after the Fires. His likeness appeared nowhere publicly, for such honors had been forbidden after the Fall of the Last Executive, yet many households kept small portraits of him hidden behind their cupboards.

Protector’s officers observed the gatherings beneath the arches and grew uneasy.

“Where men gather freely,” said Captain Hume, “there factions breed.”

“And where refuse is ungoverned,” said another, “there pestilence follows.”

But an old clerk spoke softly:

“It is only one dumpster, why the fuss?”

Still, reports multiplied.

Pamphlets appeared bearing dangerous phrases:

'THE POOREST HE' HATH A LIFE TO LIVE AS 'THE GREATEST HE'

Children chalked upon the market stones directly beneath the silent surveillance lamps.

NO MONARCHS- though no one ever told them what a monarch was.....

 

Suddenly- The Councils therefore decreed- and the message went everywhere at once- even sounding the alarm in Princetown where no dumpster even existed....


All refuse within the Commonwealth belonged solely to the Office of Civic Sanitation, and that no citizen should gather or distribute discarded goods without license.

When this decree was read aloud beneath the arches, the Diggers listened courteously.

At length their eldest member, a bent woman called Mother Flint, asked:

“If the food be rotten, why fear who eats it?”

“Because order must be preserved,” answered the officer.

“And if the machine parts be broken?”

“All materials belong first unto the Commonwealth.”

“And if a man be broken?”

The officer hesitated.

“Then he belongs unto himself,” he said carefully.

At this- the people grew exceedingly uneasy.

The next morning barriers were raised round the Common Bin.

Yet by dawn someone had written upon them in white paint:

NO MONARCHS OVER REFUSE

No man confessed to it. Thereafter the Ward grew troubled.

Some declared the Diggers enemies of stability.
Others called them the last honest souls in the city.
Merchants complained of lost revenues.
Preachers warned of rebellion.
Children played at “Diggers and Protectors” in the alleys.

The Protector himself at last came secretly to view the matter.

He walked among the arches at dusk clothed in a worker’s coat, and there he saw:

the patched tables, sorted scraps, the hungry gathered quietly with bowls in hand,

and above them all the fading words:

WHAT IS CAST OFF BELONGS AGAIN TO THE PEOPLE

For a long while he stood without speaking.

At last he asked Mother Flint:

“And if every ward claimed every cast-off thing as common?”

“Then perhaps,” she answered, “fewer men would hunger.”

“And if disorder followed?”

“Then perhaps the disorder was already here.”

Protector looked then upon the gathered folk, and upon the towers beyond where NO MONARCHS glowed in giant letters against the smoke.

When he departed he gave no command.

But before sunrise the barriers remained standing.
And before noon the Common Bin was emptied by officers of Sanitation.
And before evening the Diggers were gone.

Some said they fled. Some said they were taken northward. Some said they simply removed themselves to another Ward where refuse still gathered freely beneath the acid rain.

Yet afterward strange sayings persisted among the people.

When bread ran short, they muttered:

“What is cast off belongs again to the people.”

And when officials spoke too proudly, children still scratched upon the stones:

NO MONARCHS

Though no king had ruled there for many years.

“Every people that destroys a throne discovers at last how many small kings slept there.”

Tuesday, May 26, 2026

Dark Moors

There was something fitting about ending my month exploring Gothic themes with a song called Dark Moors. The idea arrived unexpectedly and at the very last moment- I had already moved on to the next study and readings far removed.

Over two back-to-back weekends, Lisa and I watched Jane Eyre and Wuthering Heights during movie nights, and afterward I found myself falling down a rabbit trail of documentaries and essays on the Brontë family. One documentary in particular focused on the Yorkshire moors — those cold, windswept stretches of earth that became almost like another character in the sisters’ novels. The landscape itself shaped the stories: lonely, beautiful, severe, haunted.

The Brontës turned those dark moors into places where passion, isolation, imagination, and sorrow all breathed together.

And somewhere while watching, I realized I had my own dark moors.

As a boy, I practically lived on Ruffner Mountain.

Our home stood barely a quarter mile from the entrance, and in those years before cell phones and constant supervision, we disappeared into the woods for entire days. We packed brown bag lunches, crossed trails until they became deer paths, and only wandered home at dusk.

We had Ruffner mapped out like explorers.

We knew the limestone quarries and the iron ore mines. We climbed the old fire tower whenever we dared. We knew where the trails bent toward the ridge and how, beyond it, you could eventually see the Ruffner ball fields opening up below.

I wrote about this way back in 2014- here is part of what I said:

But all of the old trails I hiked are now part of the Ruffner Mountain Nature Center. http://www.ruffnermountain.org/ 

One trail led to abandoned mine shafts, others went to beautiful points of views and solitude. We named the trails based on what they led to: “fire tower’, "Irondale”, “Mines”, and “quarry”. Our most favorite hike, however, was to the ‘quarry’. It seemed like a grand canyon to my 11 year old life. There were actually three quarries: the’ Big one’, the ‘Smaller one”, and ‘the Little quarry’- all within a ¼ mile area. 
It was the Big quarry that captured my imagination and excitement. It had high cliffs which completed about 2/3 of a canyon. The trail was cool because it was all heavy pine and shadows that dramatically opened to this amazing view of old limestone walls and evidence of industry. This was a completely dry quarry that has been recorded in my brain as about 440 yards in diameter. It had basically, a flat bottom, and even had an old abandoned car in it. 
My mom would have had a heart attack if she ever saw all that we did in that quarry. We climbed the cliffs (without ropes!) with no worry that a fall meant death. On the top of the quarry, it was a good 100 foot drop! I had a favorite ‘fat man squeeze’ that led to a type of cave. I would climb, squeeze, and then sit in this opening for hours. It was quiet and I felt so alive! 
The hollow canyon was strange. I knew that there had once been a lot of activity there. Birmingham had iron ore, limestone, and coal in great abundance which allowed it to blossom into ‘the Magic City” and “Pittsburg of the South” almost overnight.
But it was dead now. Except for quiet shrubs and persistent saplings, it was devoid of life. I loved to sit and look at the evidence of activity, but it was nothing more than a relic. The old car was rusting, the quarry was out of business, and except for a few adventurous neighborhood boy-gangs. 

 The mountain was alive with mystery, danger, and wonder — the kind only children can fully feel.

The neighborhood is rough now. The last time I passed my childhood home, it stood in shambles, worn down by time and neglect. But Ruffner remains in my memory the way the moors must have remained in the Brontës’ imagination: wild, windswept, sacred.

Maybe that is why Gothic stories still resonate with me.

Not because they are merely dark, but because they understand that wilderness changes us. Lonely places teach us to imagine. Silence teaches us to listen. Storms teach us beauty and fear at the same time.

The dark moors — whether in Yorkshire or Birmingham — become the places where children first learn the size of the world and the depth of their own souls.

And perhaps we spend the rest of our lives trying to find our way back there. BTW- the picture at the top is my old childhood home- sad how delapidated it is now... click on the title below to hear the song

Dark Moors

(Inspired by the Brontë Sisters)

Verse 1

We ran through the dark moors
Wind in our lungs like prayer
Small hearts beneath the thunder
Ghost stories born in the air

Black heather caught our footsteps
Rain tangled wild in our hair
The world behind those windows
Felt smaller than despair

And every shadow whispered
Every hill could breathe
We heard forgotten voices
Moving through the trees

Chorus

The dark moors
Carry us away
Into the cold blue evening
Beyond the hands of day

Oh dark moors
Where lonely spirits rise
We learned to turn our sorrow
Into storm-filled skies

Verse 2

Candlelight and old books
Frost climbing up the stone
They ran chasing freedom
Afraid to feel alone

The bells rang through the valley
Like warnings in the rain
But out upon the flat land
Our hearts were uncontained

The north wind sang in secret
The earth became our guide
We buried all our childhood
Where the restless ravens cried

Chorus

The dark moors
Carry us away
Into the wild November
Where dreaming souls can stay

The dark moors
Under haunted skies
We gave our fears to thunder
And watched them come alive

Bridge

One walks with fire
Another carries flame
One sees quiet oceans
No one else could name

The storms become a language
The silence becomes a song
And deep inside the dark woods
I found where I belong

Final Chorus

The dark moors
Still calling through the years
Breathing wonder through the silence
Softening my fears

The dark moors
Where lonely children roam
The trees become shelter
The wild becomes my home

I too walked through the dark moors
Breathing winter like a prayer
Small dreams beneath the branches
Grim stories in the air

We ran through the dark moors
Wind in our lungs like prayer
Small hearts beneath the thunder
Ghost stories born in the air

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