A Life Etched into the Mountains
“Can you tell me what kind it is?” A rock, thrust in my face by my keen-eyed daughter, looked like the kind of shale we’d been examining for the better part of an hour. The …
Personal
Art is not Frivolous
This statement was displayed with an art exhibition of mine several years ago. It was a personal statement that the venue asked me to include. It has a central idea that is very important to …
When Social Justice Meets Confederate Legacy, in One Family
My family history in Tennessee goes back over 200 years, although I was raised in California. I never imagined the two sides of my heritage would collide as they have. A tale of three sides …
The Person My Mother Thinks I Am
My mother is fond of telling me, “Scot you’re David!” The David she has in mind is the biblical one. And when she conflates me and King David, I’m positive she is thinking of the …
Between Two Worlds
I grew up on a small ranch in Northern California. My mother, who was raised in rural Tennessee and loved the land, managed the ranch and home. My father was an Appellate Court Judge in …
The Problem and Blessing of Transparency
When I started Faith on View in 2011, I wrote on the About page that transparency is a core value of mine and this website (blog at that point) would seek to be transparent. That declaration …
Meant for Evil… and our Gracious “Just Enough” God
“The LORD is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.” (Psalms 34:18) Those who follow this website may have read the post, “A Birthday (and Holiday) Lamentation,” written at the end …
The Perspective That Informs My Gratitude
The girth of our gratitude is proportionate to the depth of our perspective. This truth was once again made apparent as I visited with my 87-year-old mother prior to this year’s Thanksgiving holiday. It has …
Eastern Christianity: A Journey
The following is a talk that my departed grandmother invited me to give for her Sunday School class at First United Methodist Shreveport which, due to some confusion, was given in its entirety to the …
Never Too Old to Be Too Young
Age really wasn’t the issue. It was just a way of dismissing me. I was too young only because in interfered with their itch being scratched.