missing a meal we have several mangers on our mantle nativities from around the world as though everyone showed up at once the Magi made the effort to bring incense and offerings; the shepherds came crashing in with stories of angels, but no one brought anything to eat (and that’s what manger means in French)…
I preached at my church yesterday. The sermon is short because it was a New Member Sunday and we had twenty-two people join. Here’s what I said. _______________________________ There is a tradition in poetry of the “found poem,” which is a type of poetry created by taking words, phrases, and sometimes whole passages from other…
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 it…
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 forsaken…
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 dinner…
One of the cool things I got to do this week was be a part of the book launch for David Finnegan-Hosey’s new book, Christ on the Psych Ward, which I had the honor of editing. A group of about fifty gathered at Potter’s House in Washington DC and heard David interviewed by Mike Stavlund, a…
I spent the past week in Durham, North Carolina and then took the train to Washington DC for the book launch of Christ on the Psych Ward by David Finnegan-Hosey. I rode the train home today in the snow—our fourth Nor’easter in three weeks. One forecast I read said we could get from 4-12 inches…
weather report sometimes I learn things from my experience tonight I carried in the wood so it would be dry enough to burn if the heat goes out in the storm I bought the wood after the last nor’easter buried our log pile under a foot of snow it is still buried sometimes I learn…
spring training south of here the boys of summer are planting the seeds of spring, thawing out their throwing arms, weeding out errors, practicing and pitching, stealing a little extra daylight each evening before the month is out they will teach us, again, how to tell time, how to make a moment last forever, how…
Late Monday afternoon, Ginger and I drove to New Haven so I could have an MRI. The asymmetrical nature and rapidity of my hearing loss over the last year caused my audiologist to send me to an ENT doctor, who decided to do the scan just to make sure we weren’t dealing with tumors or…