Writings by Cole Huffman


The Sun Comes Back

It rained on our First Evan staff eclipse party. We had the right NASA-approved glasses. We had geographic proximity to the line of totality. But at 1:22 pm on August 21 at 735 Ridge Lake Boulevard, dark clouds obscured peak viewing. About an hour later the rainclouds departed. By then all that remained for viewing was the sun and moon doing their impersonation of Pac-Man. It took me back in memory to my only visit to Mt. Rushmore in the Black Hills of South Dakota. There with two of my... Read More
Posted by Cole Huffman at Aug 31 | 0 comments
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Out Walking a Line

A minister from across the pond, in an old book you haven’t read, made the observation that young pastors will try to attain by one jump the height others have reached by a long series of single steps in a quarter century of labors. I’ve been laboring at preaching now a quarter century. That’s not a lot of time as time goes, but enough time to find your voice and know your reach as a preacher. It’s enough time to maybe have something to write for publication. The risk in... Read More
Posted by Cole Huffman at Jun 19 | 0 comments
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Walnut Street

Is nostalgia wasteful pining? Being stuck in bygones, wistful for more of what isn’t and won’t be? Is it just our inner Uncle Rico throwing footballs at his tripod, readying his 40-year-old self to be a high school quarterback again? Nostalgia has even been considered an illness, as in acute homesickness. I detoured into my old neighborhood on the way to Birmingham recently. While it has its problems, to never experience nostalgia is a kind of willed amnesia. And anyway, of late... Read More
Posted by Cole Huffman at May 3 | 0 comments
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