Rey's A Point

Category: story

  • Thomas’ Lonely Week: Tuesday

    Tuesday. Thomas is splashing water on his face, hair and back.  He opens his red-rimmed eyes, and stops, his hands frozen above the basin, water dripping back in. He stares, not at his own reflection but at the sparkling, rippling water. "The blind man." He slowly scoops up some water and methodically washes his eyes.…

  • Thomas’ Lonely Week: Monday

    Monday. Thomas is standing at the window, a rooster crowing in the nearby distance. The sky still has the final purple remnants of night that it stubbornly clings to in the face of the overpowering dawn. A cup of goats milk sits forgotten on the table. A basin of water sits unused by the door.…

  • Thomas’ Lonely Week: Sunday

    We all know the story about Doubting Thomas and how, in a flash his doubt was wiped away.  In John 20, Thomas demands proof for Christ’s resurrection and refuses to believe unless he puts his hand into His side. Well, 8 days later Jesus pops up into the room and next thing we know Thomas…

  • Bad Friday

    Anyone who knows New York’s J-Train immediately understands a few key proverbs: One, the J-Train is best ridden during the day; Two, the J-Train through Brooklyn is not a very safe ride; Three, the J-Train is best avoided. In my old high school another proverb might be added to the list but it sounded more…

  • …At the Diner On The Corner

    “You’ve been here two years and you haven’t eaten there yet?” How could I answer? I’m a stay-at-home art director who works off-site for ESPN. I can easily take an hour lunch at the restaurant up the block: I just haven’t felt motivated to. While driving, one witnesses Minivan Caravans canvassing miles of rural-dential property…

  • Cyber-Psalm

    Trying my hand at writing a modern day Psalm.

  • The Kaijo

    Normally I’m tired when waking up 4:30am, but not that Sunday. I was excited about the passage I was preaching on. Normally, I don

  • Run, Forest, Run

    Although I could always throw (and land) a few punches, I wasn’t much of a fighter. In the heat of the moment I found my body considering several options (jab to the neck, kick to the groin, a punch to the solar plexus with a powerful chi cry) but it usually resorted to the easiest:…

  • A Summer Blog Party

    Far in the east, beneath the pale moon, a mountain ruptured sending waves of wind crashing across distant shores, over valleys, past rolling green hills through the rural countryside and finally into the suburbs of a long inhabited town. The wind, like a fuming dragon, refused to be practical and merely restrict itself to the…

  • Sy: Song and Story

    My boy composed a song (coconut-tree.mp3) that I had to record so I played the guitar for him while he sang the tune: it’s called Coconut Tree. Also, he wrote (or drew) a nice story about his visit to the radiologist for a CAT scan: I’ll let him tell it (with my notes in italics).