The real presence
I spent last week hiking the south and north rims of the Grand Canyon. Oh, the Grand Canyon! The last 100 miles or so of the trip there, you’re driving through the Kaibab National Forest, which
The sanctuary of creation
You know that in many marriages, one partner gets the better deal. That partner is me. I definitely married up. And in the extended family I married into, my aunt and uncle in law have a
The end of ‘Everything happens for a reason’
Barbara Brown Taylor writes, “Human suffering threatens all networks of meaning.” When something tragic or traumatic occurs — or as has happened this week in the United States with the bombings in Boston and explosions in
Post-Easter seismic activity
“After the sabbath, as the first day of the week was dawning, Mary Magdalene and the other Mary went to see the tomb. 2And suddenly there was a great earthquake; for an angel of the
God’s first language is silence
I’ve taken the practice of Sabbath, the fourth of the Ten Commandments in the Hebrew Scriptures, very seriously in my 13 years of ministry. Since I work on Sundays, my Sabbath is definitely not Sunday,
The spirituality of failure
At a recent lunch meeting of area clergy, I asked a colleague how things were going with him, and he launched into a litany of how awesome his ministry was, how God was showing him new things
Good news in an adult bookstore
Years ago now, right before the launch of one of the sites of our new church, I was out evangelizing, plastering the neighborhoods with posters and cards, taping them up, stapling them up, pinning them up anywhere
Sucking at prayer
A friend of mine went to hear Anne Lamott speak in Atlanta. Anne Lamott is a novelist, spiritual writer, and irreverent saint for many folks who are curious about spirituality while also being skeptical of it. She
What are your questions?
My first pastoral job after seminary was serving two small churches in England, and in England, it’s pretty commonplace for pastors — all types of pastors, Protestant and Catholic — to wear collars. I had never
An invitation to grow up
It’s hard to believe that Christmas is over. Just yesterday, it seems, we were opening the gifts and cooing at the baby Jesus while imbibing vast amounts of eggnog. Today, only a week or so later,
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