“If the only prayer you ever say in your life is Thank You, it will be enough,” said Meister Eckhart. Today I rejoice and thank God for creating and recreating a magnificent faith community that sits on the corner of 61st and Ward Parkway and extends grace around the city and justice around the globe.
When I married Dave 31 years ago, I inherited a unique extended family. In my own family there were cousins I barely knew and uncles you didn’t talk about without upsetting everyone.
For a long time, I believed that one of the joyful realities of the Christian life is that we are transformed. The word for transformation in Greek is “Metamorphosis”.
I’ve spent too much time this week thinking about bats. How can a little creature that weighs a half-ounce monopolize my time and discombobulate me so successfully?
I recently returned from “study week”. I stack up a huge pile of theology/scripture/fiction/spiritual books and come home wishing I was a faster reader!
"Optimism doesn't mean that you are blind to the reality of the situation. It means that you remain motivated to seek a solution to whatever problems arise." -- The Dalai Lama I shared this quote at the communion table during two of our services this past Sunday.
With spiky orange hair and bulging eyeballs, she is an unlikely protagonist. But “Anxiety” takes center stage in Pixar’s latest animated film “Inside Out 2” which I preached about last Sunday
He was kneeling on both knees but every muscle in his legs were taut. His arms strained upwards to the sky. His spine arched backwards in a c curve. He was clearly reaching out in angst to plead with God.
Take one step on the tightrope. Careful. Balance. Breathe. Take another. Yes, it is that season again. Presidential debates, political rallies, partisan conventions and extra large yard signs all remind us that the season of the fall election is already upon us.
The Kleenex was for Jordan. Or maybe Peter. I always tuck in a few Kleenex or a lace hanky just inside the pocket of my wedding book so that if the bride or groom begin to drip tears during the vows, I can quietly slip them a tissue.
Many of you already know that we began a brief sermon series last Sunday, one we’re calling “Three Sermons, One Text.” For three weeks in a row, the scripture passage comes from Luke 10:25-37, the well-known parable about a man jumped by thieves while traveling from Jerusalem to Jericho.
I was sitting in the parking lot of the cemetery when my niece called to discuss her wedding which is this weekend.
It was almost nine pm when I dropped off a friend at the church parking lot and noticed a car in the driveway. Initially alarmed, I quickly noticed a person behind the shrubs weeding and pruning the flower beds around the chapel.
This week our brothers and sisters in Christ who are Southern Baptist debated yet again if women would be called as pastors and elders.
At the last minute, a friend invited me to the Kauffman Center to hear the famous cellist Yo Yo Ma in a “community conversation.”
