All Posts By: Byron McCoy
MORNING TIME
I didn’t read this morning, only prayed: no words, just a sense spoken from within. I didn’t make a sound. I didn’t form a thought, just let the feeling be. Still, I believe I was heard and, even more, that I am understood.
CONFRONTATION
“Why are you going back there?” Adam asked. “Because it’s in me,” Ryan answered. “I’ve ignored it, and it’s stayed. Maybe if I write it, it will release and let me be. It doesn’t bother me. It doesn’t haunt me. It’s just there, but I want space for better memories, not these. […]
RADIO SILENCE
Those were the worst, incidents in the night; sudden panicked messages in a foreign language, the half-asleep operator in the COC stirring to receive and the translator over his shoulder speaking to the room as the message shouted in: a small outpost of entirely ANP or ANSF separate from us under attack. They […]
BABY’S GOT HER BLUE JEANS ON
Some days, and songs, you just need to have a little fun.
TO ME
A few days ago, I read a passage by Emanuel Swedenborg (a book recommended by a friend, no idea how he found it) that described the faces of angels. In it, Swedenborg wrote: “…the faces of angels are the forms of their interiors, thus of the affections that belong to their love and faith…it also […]
MESSAGE DON’T CHANGE
Last week, I read a passage by G. K. Chesterton from “The Everlasting Man” that spoke to the continuity of message from the Catholic Church independent to world reception. In it, Chesterton wrote: “A messenger does not dream about what his message might be, or argue about what it probably would be; he delivers it […]
LOOK HOW BRIGHT THE COLORS ARE
I tell her I love her as she leaves. She hears and deliberately ignores. She is still mad. Without intention, I spoke hurtfully to her the night before. She told me about an issue she had with something she ordered online. She began the conversation saying, “I’m fighting with China…” The Communist […]