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 …
Personal
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.
Remolding Idols of Clay
I grew up in a Southern Baptist world filled with sacred tunes of both the vintage and contemporary variety. Ironically, the tune that has framed my spiritual experience more than any other stemmed not from …
Dear Dad | A Letter of Concern
Dear Dad, You went to be with Jesus 10 years ago. In honor of a decade of the best 10 years of your existence, I wanted to give you an update on how things have …
Am I Hispanic/ Latino/ Chicano?
Am I Hispanic? It seems like such a simple question. But ethnic identity can be complicated these days. I’m 6’5″ with grey eyes and light skin. My mother was from the Appalachian hills in east …