walking the aisles as one who is hearing impaired I have lost the ability to hear the background music that plays in the supermarket as I wander about sans soundtrack picking up pickles tortillas and yogurt to name a few things all the while weaving in and out of others I’m not sure anyone is…
progress report it’s been about two months since I tried to put words to learning to live with after market material tucked under the skin on the side of my skull I am learning to navigate dueling Bluetooths (Blueteeth?) each ear competing to host incoming sounds and then there’s the hole in my eardrum a…
My sermon this week came from the last part of Luke 14, where Jesus keeps telling parables at banquets that speak to larger things. I know these stories, but had never seen what they have to say about anger. _______________________ Today’s sermon is one of those that could use a recap like those that come…
In Luke 14, Jesus tells two stories about banquets while he is attending one—and then heals someone to boot. My sermon looked at the first parable; the second one comes next Sunday. __________________________ Have you ever noticed that Jesus went to a lot of parties? Throughout the gospels, as much as there are stories about…
table talk we sat around tables in the church basement we call fellowship hall sharing a potluck supper that turned out to be an abundance of bread on the table were sheets holding definitions of theologies of communion our topic for the night we read the paragraphs and then we told stories sharing a meal…
I chose a passage today that doesn’t make the Lectionary but has a lot to say in these days. These three verses from Luke hold two parables that say a lot in three sentences. _________________________ One of the things I like about our ecumenical Ash Wednesday service are the mini homilies each of the pastors…
time piece some time in the night we will rob ourselves of an hour of sleep so that we can save daylight making some vague promise that the hour saved will be kept safely and returned in the fall a story that only works if we are looking at our wrists rather than the heavens…
liminality how can two months ago feel like history? what was is long gone what’s next is not yet here our country is falling apart like a poorly built rocket we are left to wait and hurt and not know what comes next but something’s coming the way things are is not sustainable arrogance and…
“And, when all else fails, we sing ourselves sane.” — Barbara Holmes One of the things I’ve come to believe after nine years in Connecticut is the people who built the roads in this state never imagined that people would want to go from east to west. They made it fairly easy to get from…
Ash Wednesday is a busy day in the life of a part-time pastor, and by that I mean I worked a full day. My morning at work started with talking to a woman whom I met when we invited a local dog shelter to share in our Blessing of the Animals. Actually, I met with…