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    pew research

    by  • September 9, 2019 • change, community • 0 Comments

    The theology of boxed pews. Ginger mentioned that she overheard our new ministerial intern use the phrase in a conversation. It stuck with me. Box pews allowed allowed families to sit together in a regular spot and provided shelter from cold drafts. They were typically purchased or rented by families and the cost could...

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    famous last words

    by  • September 1, 2019 • america, community, kindness • 5 Comments

    It has been a long time since I watched any kind of news on television. Neither Ginger nor I make a practice of watching the news before we go to bed, but last night Ginger had it on for a minute and heard the story of Debra Stevens’ drowning somewhere in Arkansas and her...

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    what matters most

    by  • August 23, 2019 • america, healing, incarnation, justice, race • 3 Comments

    My mind has been wandering today because of what I saw on television. Last night Ginger and I watched all four episodes of When They See Us, an original Netflix series written and directed by Ava DuVernay, that tells the story of the boys who became known as the Central Park Five after they...

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    by  • August 20, 2019 • america, grief, justice, race • 2 Comments

    “Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes,” is the opening line to “Seasons of Love” from the musical Rent, answering the question, how do you measure a year in the life. What about four hundred years? The first enslaved people arrived on our shores at Fort Comfort, Virginia four hundred years ago today. –twelve...

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    let’s finish this

    by  • August 18, 2019 • faith, hope, incarnation, sermon • 5 Comments

    I preached this morning at our church in Guilford. My text was Hebrews 12:1-2. Here’s what I had to say. I am not a runner. I never have been. When I was in eighth grade, we had a school-wide track meet in which everyone was expected to participate. I signed up for whatever race...

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    sermon prep

    by  • August 17, 2019 • poetry, sermon, writing • 2 Comments

    I’m preaching tomorrow at First Congregational Church in Guilford. Since it is my church, I’m going to wait to post the sermon until tomorrow, since I want to make sure no one gets a sneak peak. Instead, here’s a poem that grew out of my preparation. sermon prep what can I say what should...

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    I’m just the kid . . .

    by  • August 16, 2019 • grace, love, music, time • 7 Comments

    I remember the afternoon in Fort Worth. I walked into Sound Warehouse—a regular stop on my way home from work—and picked up two debut CDs off the “Discover New Artists” rack: Shawn Colvin’s Steady On and David Wilcox’s How Did You Find Me Here?, which is still my favorite title for a first record....

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    a room of (sorta) my own

    by  • August 14, 2019 • hope, writing • 8 Comments

    Billy Collins has a poem about working on a poem and then talking about it before it was finished, only to watch it get up and walk away. I know how he feels. Then there are other times when it helps to get it out in the open like a promise that needs to...

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