The book was recommended by a friend on Facebook, and I downloaded it on Kindle and bit into it with gusto. I did not realize what I was getting into.
Okay, I am going to preach myself a sermon. Are you ready? You can eavesdrop. Maybe it will be for you, too.
My newsfeed is full of status updates from friends huddled in bath tubs with their children, stories and photographs of communities which have been hit, and prayers for...
Spring is finally here! Birds are singing, flowers are blooming, and Pharrell Williams has us all dancing to his hit “Happy.”
Because we all know the end of the story -- the end and the beginning and the middle. We know that God is love, that nothing can stop God from loving, that nothing can separate us from the love of God in Jesus Christ our Lord.
We are a people marked by love. We bear it’s image in our hearts and we are called to bear it into the world in our actions and our relationships. “Beloved, let us love one another, for everyone who loves is born of God and knows God” (1 John 4:7). This is how we are transformed. This is how we live and love into the realm of God both now and forevermore.
Someone outside the church asked me recently if, after 25 years of being a pastor, Holy Week was something I looked forward to, and did I welcome the predictability of it, the drama and color and power of it?
A story box is for dreaming and creating. It needs windows, so that you can see the world and find inspiration for your stories.
I've failed in my Lenten sacrifices. Those actions/behaviors that I don't like about myself keep creeping back and I can't seem to fight back.
It’s not just our actions, it’s our words. It is important how we talk to and talk about other people. If we tell our children to “be nice,” and then we make a joke at another’s expense – even if they aren’t around to hear it – what we are really saying is, “appear nice.” In other words, “You don’t have to actually care about other people as long as they don’t know that you don’t care.” This is how it begins.
I never thought a carousel ride would be scary, but I quickly realized that once we started moving there was very little I could do to protect her. More importantly, she didn’t need me there to steady her. She was off to the race, confidently charging ahead and inviting me along for the ride not because she needed me there, but because she wanted me there.
I recently watched a video by Kid President (famous for his ‘pep talk’ video). This one is a "Letter to A Person on Their First Day Here." It seems Kid President recently became an uncle and he has some words of wisdom for his new little nephew.
I had a conversation with a fellow pastor friend this weekend about grief. Having experienced a loss, she was having trouble preaching without crying and had recently preached tear free. We celebrated her personal control and composure and hoped that it also indicated some healing, but grief is a tricky thing. We like to say that, “time heals all things” but it’s not really true.