We gathered around our table for Thursday Night Dinner, which is a weekly occurrence at our house. We have a fairly regular group around the table, along with others who come occasionally, to eat and talk and laugh and be friends. For me, it is a chance to go exploring the culinary landscape to see…
The end of March carries much significance. These are the days of March Madness when we watch basketball more than any other time of year. These are the days that mark at least the promise of Spring. These days are the gentle base path to Opening Day of the baseball season. And these last days…
Today was a quintessential Durham Day. I started by dropping off cookies at Cocoa Cinnamon where I met Sarah, a member of our church, to talk about a fundraising dinner I am going to cater this summer for her nonprofit organization. Then I went to lunch with Leon, who owns Cocoa Cinnamon along with his…
I have walked with a limp all day my ankle bandaged, cane in hand, no great story — I sprained it with one simple step off of a crumpled concrete sidewalk; the same ankle I turned twice carrying our sick dog down the stairs a few years ago, and then again missing the last marble…
My offering today consists of parts of our worship service at Pilgrim: the call to worship, the prayer of confession, and our benediction. I was moved by the words and wanted to pass them along. Call to Worship Lent is the journey into the acceptance of mystery, a time of self discovery designed to lead…
We took a long walk this morning through downtown Durham working to prepare for our walk of part of the Camino de Santiago coming up this summer. While we walked, a bunch of folks ran a 25K to commemorate twenty-five years of Merge Records. We were walking to end up at the end of the…
Like many people in America, I’ve spent as much time as I could find the last two days watching the NCAA Men’s Basketball Tournament. I enjoy the competition, whether I know the teams or not. And I would love for everyone to come down to the last shot, perhaps even overtime. The ability of these…
I woke up this morning thinking about music not only because of my post yesterday but because I had tickets tonight to see Shawn Colvin and Steve Earle. Front row seats, thanks to my friend, Jay. So Ginger and I walked in the cool of this very first spring evening the half mile from our…
As I was walking into work this morning, I found myself singing this song: many’s the time I’ve been mistaken and many times confused yes, and I’ve often felt forsaken and certainly misused oh, but I’m all right, I’m all right I’m just weary to my bones still, you don’t expect to be bright and…
I was a history major in college. I love the stories. And the history department at Baylor had some great story tellers. Robert Reid told of the rise and fall of the Greeks and Romans, Pat Ward appropriately skeptical insight on American foreign policy, and Wallace Daniel knew both Russian folktales as well as the…