Jesus rose from the dead and then what? He didn’t move back to Jerusalem, rent a condo and return to carpentry and preaching.

Tulley Beard is my delightful assistant and our very talented Director of Administration. Monday she brought a pair of “eclipse” glasses and suggested that during our Monday business meeting, we step outside to watch the moon pass in front of the sun.

Death stole my grandmother from me during Spring break of my 4th grade year. My heart ached as it dawned on me that we would never again go fishing together.

Why did Jesus ride triumphantly into the holy city with joyful shouts of praise from the crowds and then a few days later breathe his last breath in agony on a cross? How could Jesus say on the cross, “Father forgive them?” And what are we to make of an empty tomb Read More...

It took my breath away. It’s a reference to one of my favorite lines from the Psalms. “Weeping may come in the night, but joy comes in the morning”.

I showed up on a Saturday morning to take my 9-year-old grandson Jacob to the park. Jacob lives with autism and is mostly non-verbal though he speaks a few words: park, train, no.

My friend is an extremely talented, successful professional who seems good at absolutely everything. And she confesses to me that one thing that would terrify her is if she ever had to give an impromptu prayer or deliver a sermon.

By the time you read this more will be known about what happened at Union Station on Wednesday. But for now, my heart breaks, along with yours.

In his newest book* Christian Wiman tells about the night his wife was traveling for business which left him alone with their 4-year-old twins. He thought all was going well until one of them woke up in the middle of the night and said she couldn’t sleep. He gently suggested to her blue Read More...

On Monday we celebrated the MLK holiday with about 50 folks from our congregation who gathered at Cross-Lines Community Outreach to stock the shelves for the Community Food Bank.

My husband is from North Dakota so “snow day” is non-existent in his vocabulary. It needs to be near zero before he thinks you would bother donning a sweater (yes, he has pulled them out now).

"Christian tradition teaches that there are times when we, like Jesus, are led into arid soulscapes that bruise and disorient us."               - John S. Mogabgab, Weavings, 1993

She wears a flouncy red polka dot blouse. He wears thick glasses. Another guy went to divinity school to dodge the draft. Over yonder is the hardware store owner and the fireman.