All posts by Neil Ellis Orts

Dove flying in Lisbon, Portugal

With Feeling / Six: Daddy

Read the rest of the series To write about Daddy is a more ambiguous task than to write about Mama. Daddy and I didn’t have what you would confuse with a warm, sitcom type of father/son relationship. We never tossed a ball in the backyard.

Dove flying in Lisbon, Portugal

With Feeling / Five: Mama

Read the rest of the series I’ve so far avoided talking too specifically about family members. I’m overly self-conscious about what is and isn’t my story to tell. My family is a group of private folk, very nearly to the point of being secretive. It’s

Woman sitting alone in rustic church

The Noise of God

I’d like a more predictable God. What I mean by that is that I want a more controllable God. What I mean is, I wish magic worked. There are times when I have heard the noise of God, and I use that word somewhat facetiously,

Hands doing an explaining gesture

With Feeling / One: Anything Like Right

Read the rest of the series … I talk about my life anyway because if, on the one hand, hardly anything could be less important, on the other hand, hardly anything could be more important. My story is important not because it is mine, God

Seedling

The Fecundity of the Barren

Our history always begins with the barren, with Sarah (Gen. 11:30), with Rebekah (Gen. 25:21), with Rachel (29:31), and with Elizabeth (Luke 1:7). Among those, always as good as dead (Heb. 11:12), the wondrous gift is given. The inability to bear is a curious thing

Black man praying

Pride, Shame, Humility

Pride goes before destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall. (Proverbs 16:18 NRSV) On an unseasonably warm (even for Texas) January morning, I was waiting for a bus and saw a man, I would guess in his late 30s, walk by wearing a tank