I find myself on the other side of the worst six years of my life. I'm not exaggerating, and I hope you'll take my word for it, because there aren't enough blog posts that will help it all make sense to you. In the middle of those six years, someone asked me how in the world I was surviving it all. …
Moving Jesus
I've been moving baby Jesus around. Not a lot. Today, I moved him from one window sill to another. Behind the curtain. But peeking out just enough that — if you happened to be looking for him — you'd see him lying there in his ceramic manger filled with ceramic hay. I'll probably move him again next …
Mystery, Theology, and Eschatological Confessions
On our last night in Texas, David, Glynn, Jennifer, Laura, and I walked the dirt road from the Great Hall to Lodestar (in Texas, houses have names). It was pitch dark, and if we hadn't been together — if I'd been walking the road by myself — I would have been terrified. I know this because I had …
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Not Daring
One morning, I sat on my front porch minding my own business. It was a good morning, and I was feeling just a tiny bit daring, so I wrote in my journal, "Good morning, God! What's next?" Now, I'm not saying I heard God speak in an audible voice. That would be crazy. Right? But I did know — as …
It Was An Off Day (Until It Wasn’t)
On Sunday, I zoned out in church. There is an entire section of H's sermon I completely missed. I'm sure it was good. It always is. But I wouldn't be able to tell you much about it. A lot went wrong on Sunday. Some of the music was off. The interim church secretary (that would be me) had …
Rebranded
Our city is building a new arena, and I don't know if that's the reason all the other downtown places are getting a facelift, but when I met my friend downtown for lunch the other day, I kept thinking to myself, "Wow! Things have really changed down here!" It's not as if I don't ever get …