• lenten journal: finding my place

    by  • March 4, 2017 • 3 Comments

    A good twenty years ago, I was sitting in my car at a traffic signal on Memorial Drive in Cambridge, waiting for the light to change so I could cross the bridge over the rail yard and back to our home in Charlestown. I looked up to see a billboard that read, Come see...

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    lenten journal: the will to understand

    by  • March 3, 2017 • 4 Comments

    My day started with jolts from both my morning coffee and, then, these words from Howard Thurman: The will to understand other people is a most important part of the personal equipment of those who would share in the unfolding idea of human fellowship. It is not enough merely to be sincere, to be...

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    lenten journal: it’s not finished

    by  • March 2, 2017 • 6 Comments

    I was a history major in college because of the professor who taught my Western Civilization course my first semester at Baylor. I’ve told this story before. I walked into Wallace Daniel’s classroom expecting to be told, once again, who won what war and what it meant for the rest of us and, instead,...

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    lenten journal: i love to tell the stories

    by  • March 1, 2017 • 9 Comments

    I have been reading a lot about stories lately: how we tell them, how we hear them, how we live them. Telling a story is more than recounting events. In his book, The Art of Time in Memoir: Then, Again, Sven Birkets writes: There is in fact no faster way to smother the core...

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    this is not normal

    by  • January 28, 2017 • 8 Comments

    The past few days I have been captured by James Carroll’s book, Christ Actually: Reimagining Faith in the Modern Age, in which Carroll articulates what faith in Christ looks like in the light of the Holocaust. He begins with a question Dietrich Bonhoeffer wrote to a friend: “What keeps gnawing at me is this...

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    inherited responsibility

    by  • January 12, 2017 • 3 Comments

    I spent part of my day working from a window seat at The Marketplace, a wonderful coffee shop-café-grocery store that sits on the edge of the Guilford Town Green, which is renowned as the largest town green in New England (almost eight acres) and was designed by Frederick Law Olmstead, who also designed Central...

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    may these words become flesh . . .

    by  • January 5, 2017 • 2 Comments

    As Christmastide comes to a close, I come offering a collection of thoughts and words that have found their way to me over the past couple of weeks, mostly through my reading. John begins his gospel saying, “The Word became flesh and dwelt among us.” This year, his words have called me to try...

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    advent journal: incremental incarnation

    by  • December 24, 2016 • 8 Comments

    I didn’t write yesterday because I didn’t sleep well the night before. On purpose. As one who lives with sleep apnea, from time to time I have to take a sleep test, which means trying to sleep without my CPAP, affectionately known at our house as my Snuffleupagus Machine because it requires of me...

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    advent journal: the longest night

    by  • December 21, 2016 • 4 Comments

    As I rode the train into New York, hoping for sunrise this morning, I came across an article shared by a couple of friends stating that tonight would be “the darkest night in 500 years” because the solstice was paired with a lunar eclipse. Now there’s a metaphor, I thought, because that is how...

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    advent journal: singing towards bethlehem

    by  • December 20, 2016 • 4 Comments

    A comment from my friend Jeff on last night’s post sent me on a bit of a musical journey today, so I thought I would invite you to make it with me as we head to the manger. After reading about our new house in Durham, he quoted the chorus of a Kenny Loggins record I...

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