• living and dying in 3/4 time

    by  • June 3, 2018 • 3 Comments

    I preached again at First Church of Christ, Congregational of East Haddam, Connecticut. They are without a pastor, and so I have sort of become the building sub, as it were. My text today was 2 Corinthians 4:5-12. I must also say I altered one line in the poem below, which has now been...

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    you are my friends . . .

    by  • May 6, 2018 • 6 Comments

    I preached again today at the First Christian Church, Congregational of East Haddam, Connecticut—a wonderful congregation. My text for today was John 15:9-17. I was a high school English teacher for about ten years. One of the things I was determined to differently than those who had taught me was the way in which...

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    this is what love looks like

    by  • April 22, 2018 • 1 Comment

    I preached this morning at the United Churches of Durham, Connecticut–a lovely congregation. Here is my sermon, “This is What Love Looks Like.” Our choice of scripture today follows the Revised Common Lectionary, which offers a psalm, an Old Testament reading, a reading from one of the gospels, and a New Testament reading. Out...

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    first breakfast

    by  • April 9, 2018 • 6 Comments

    I preached at my home church yesterday and afterwards we shared a pot luck meal called “Every Dish Tells a Story . . . .” We asked people to bring food that had a story attached to it, and then we ate together and talked about our lives. We had a great day. Here’s...

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    they were terrified . . .

    by  • April 1, 2018 • 2 Comments

    Here is my Easter sermon from this morning at First Church of Christ Congregational of East Haddam, Connecticut. “They Were Terrified . . .’ Mark 16:1-8 When the sabbath was over, Mary Magdalene, and Mary the mother of James, and Salome bought spices, so that they might go and anoint him. And very early...

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    lenten journal: tomb time

    by  • March 31, 2018 • 2 Comments

    This morning a group of us gathered at church for breakfast and reflection together on “tomb time.” The experience led me to these words. tomb time there was dead silence from those trapped outside the tomb not a word about where they went or if they stayed together they didn’t know they were waiting...

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    lenten journal: cross words

    by  • March 30, 2018 • 1 Comment

    cross words growing up it was nothing but the blood as though violence was an answer we’ve seen enough history to know that blood doesn’t wash clean as much as it stains, colors almost everything whole civilizations built with wood and nails and blood by the time it was finished Jesus said he felt...

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    lenten journal: love in every move

    by  • March 29, 2018 • 1 Comment

    My meditation for our Maundy Thursday service tonight at First Church of Christ in East Haddam, Connecticut. _________________________________- For I received from the Lord what I also handed on to you, that the Lord Jesus on the night when he was betrayed took a loaf of bread, and when he had given thanks, he...

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    lenten journal: wandering

    by  • March 28, 2018 • 2 Comments

    wandering holy week is slipping by (so are a lot of things) and I wonder how it felt that first time around looking for donkeys and then washing coats setting up the upper room holy errands, yes, but still things to get done . . . by the time they finally sat down for...

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    lenten journal: my generation . . .

    by  • March 27, 2018 • 5 Comments

    Woodstock happened the summer before I started high school. I was living in Nairobi, Kenya. Later that fall, I got a copy of the soundtrack, and then my first guitar that Christmas. Some of the first songs I learned were off that record: “Drugstore Truck-Drivin’ Man,” “Wooden Ships,” and “I Feel Like I’m Fixin’...

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