“God, your God, strolls through your camp; He’s present to deliver you and give you victory over your enemies. Keep your camp holy; don’t permit anything indecent or offensive in God’s eyes.”
Deut. 23:14 (The Message)
My camp, Lord, is my family. My camp is my church…and my camp is my life. Show me the things in my life that I have failed to reveal to You. How else will I better serve You and Your people unless my life is cleared completely of the wreckage. If I have buried beneath my tent those things I wasn’t supposed to touch…uncover them. I need a good spring cleaning Father. I so enjoy Your word, but I often forget the face I’ve seen in the mirror. But hey…You’ll always use the fool to confound the wise; the poor to upstage the rich. I’m Yours God.




The wee one sleeps in his Graco swing to the white noise of a chain gang of amazonian toucans on amphetamines. The missuz tends to the marital dysfunctions of others and I pore over our holiday travel plans…ours and mine. See, me and some of the boys are gettin’ outta Dodge over the Thanksgiving weekend and takin’ the Jeep trails in and around Borrego Springs…roughin’ it with steaks, Sumatra coffee and sand bocci ball; ditchin’ the wives and chillins and doing what our ancestors did…kinda.