Sunday speaks to us of this great mystery the mind can only reach toward. The mystery of personhood, freedom, divine life is relationship. Have you been othered? Continue reading
Balance: it’s essential to establish and maintain; it’s essential to adequately communicate to those with whom we serve, so expectations can be realistic. Continue reading
The Holy Spirit is upon us. Are you ready for a surprise? Continue reading
There are seasons in life where everything seems to be difficult and troublesome, and sometimes In those places it is easy for us to feel that we are alone and that God has abandoned us. But is this true? Is there a promise we can cling to? Continue reading
This week I invite us to return to the truer, deeper understanding of the word “blessing,” to realize that it is not synonymous with “lucky.” I invite us to use the word with care and intentionality. Continue reading
Some children will arrive at church wide-eyed this Sunday having seen pictures or having escaped the fires of Fort McMurray fires. How can you show them the peace of Christ? Mr. Roger’s mother said it well. (Mothers often do.) As a boy, when he saw scary things in the news, his mum said look for the helpers. Continue reading
My husband Dan and I have joined the masses these past few months in our tv obsession with The People vs. OJ Simpson. It’s a strange, and at times enlightening ride back over twenty years ago to “the trial of the century.” Continue reading
John Shelby Spong, in reflecting on Luke’s account of the Ascension, makes the observation that “…rising from this earth into the sky does not result in achieving heaven. It might only result in achieving orbit. The image of Jesus in eternal orbit with white tunic flying in the breeze does nothing for my spiritual understanding and trivializes the deeper meaning of the biblical story.” I must admit, the image is rather funny. Continue reading
Our dog died last month. I am not tempted in his death to gloss over his faults and claim he was a better dog than he was. His faults made him real. We loved him as the strange and unique and challenging dog that he was. Each one of Cliff Barnes’ eccentricities, each of the funny and lovely and obnoxious ways he had of being in this world, thunders its absence in our lives now that he is gone. He wasn’t some platonic ideal of a dog. He was very specifically our dog. And his specificity demanded that we encounter him and love him, not our idea of him. Continue reading
Budgets reflect our values. Assessing our ideals and our realities can inspire a re-allocation, with our money or our time. Continue reading
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