Author Archives: terryhenry2014

It has been a busy time and a long blog-think pause—I don’t imagine I have had an original thought in over three weeks and can’t remember the last book I read. But life is like that sometimes. Meanwhile, my friend … Continue reading →

Right or wrong, I have always been intrigued by the seeming dichotomy between the “…my burden is easy” of scripture and the actual experience if walking out the gospel on a day to day basis. I fully believe that we … Continue reading →

Several years ago a friend of mine turned me onto an awesome singer/songwriter and mandolin player named Mark Heard. Mark was one of those radical Christians who lived his life to the fullest. I don’t know a whole lot about … Continue reading →

Most of us in America at this point in time have watched television since we were kids. Shows like the Three Stooges, My Three Sons, Father Knows Best and of course Sunday evening with Ed Sullivan were staples during my … Continue reading →

Today is a Joni Mitchell sort of morning. As I drove my daughter and her friend to school on this brisk, early-winter sort of day—her sweet Canadian voice flowed from the late sixties and early seventies through the stereo speakers … Continue reading →

I was interrupted this week by a thought that seems to encompass in its simplicity some of the mystery of life surrounding the passing of years and the very act of aging itself. There is first of all the temporal—the … Continue reading →

Today I am certainly glad that I am not what I think—if I were I would register a negative number on the “richter” scale of life. First there was “writer’s block” which describes a situation of not being able to … Continue reading →

In my last post I shared about the effect the first or second Whole Earth Catalog had on my life—how it pushed me out of  the ennui of life in a small town and into becoming a mature, hopeful individual … Continue reading →

How many of us live our lives never knowing what the purpose of them is supposed to be. When I was a kid life was simple: stay out trouble and out of my dad’s way—especially on weekends. As I grew … Continue reading →

Lately I have been thinking about the difference between what is good poetry and what is great poetry. In the process, I couldn’t help but think about our lives and how each of us measure how successful we have been … Continue reading →