Across Embarcadero from the Ferry Building there is a phalanx of flea market booths staffed with people who want to tell you why their product is superior quality or designed just for you. They sell liquor bottles smashed into small platters designed to hang on your wall or hold a messy spoon used to stir a pot.
Jewelers turn spoons into bracelets. Little Asian women create necklaces made of stones or shells. There’s something for every taste. And only the brave steers his/her way through the forest of stalls. Continue reading Want a new drug? →
Starbucks is his living room,
A borrowed car his taxi.
Scruffy beard and sweatshirt top
Look like a man down on his luck.
His vocation is applying for work.
Fifty, sixty times during a shopping season
He haplessly faxes or delivers his résumé
To employers who will ignore him. Continue reading A Homeless Man →
A well known national religious figure was filmed recently at one of a series of meetings he is conducting to increase turnout in the conservative Christian voting block. He said he is not promoting a candidate; he just wants more people to cast a ballot. Continue reading How to End a Conversation →
MonoLogue started in 2005 as a way of letting friends and family follow our new venture – a pretty simple goal. But the thing we describe and participate in today in 2016 is decidedly different from what we described in 2005. As the adage says, “Time and tide wait for no man.” Merced is a different city than it was in 2005. What was our new church in 2005 is now a church of deeper relationships, greater spiritual insights, and more well-defined commitment to Jesus. And MonoLogue thinks differently than it did in 2005. Continue reading Who & Why I Am Here →