Have you ever thrown your hands up into the air, and shouted to no one in particular, “Enough already, I’m tired!”I have. And when these moments detonate, I scurry (on cue) down a rabbit trail of distraction, bristling and affronted,…
The cacophony in our world can be very loud. There is no argument about that.And, if we’re at all insecure about our status (our wellbeing), we are susceptible to (blinded by) public opinion, social media pressure and mob mentality. Bluntly,…
This weekend, we remember 9/11, the day our world shifted. I’ve been reading stories today, of loss and remembrance and honor.And a reminder that some days, we wake up in a world that is not a friend of grace. At…
In the movie Walk the Line, Johnny Cash auditions for Sam Phillips. He is hoping for a record deal. He is playing an uninspired and insipid version of a gospel hymn.And Phillips tells him no.When Cash demands a reason, Phillips…
Always try to leave people better than you found them. Hug the hurt. Kiss the broken. Befriend the lost. Love the lonely.I want to live in that kind of world.But this is my confession: some days (well, too many days),…
On this holiday weekend, many of our fellow citizens are hurting, and don’t feel at all united. And as they look ahead, they don’t feel hopeful.I know when I try to make sense of this weight, I can feel powerless,…
Dear God, in a world filled with ceaseless motion, help me to find and practice balance. Give me the strength to not put on blinders to all that is hurtful and wrong in the world. Instead, let me make a…
The geese don’t celebrate Father’s Day, but that didn’t stop me from telling them a story about my Dad. It’s a story I’ve told a few times over the years. (An occupational hazard for we clergy; every good story we…
“At times our own light goes out and is rekindled by a spark from another person. Each of us has cause to think with deep gratitude of those who have lighted the flame within us.” Thank you Albert Schweitzer.Life squeezes…
Our hearts carry the 19 children and 2 teachers who were killed in Uvalde. And I hear a Mother say to a reporter, remembering her 10-year-old daughter, “Please tell me that our children did not die in vain.”We live in…