The Liturgy of Everyday

Liturgy

These are days with too few hours. Days filled with commitments and stress and tasks. There’s the job to work and the emails to answer. There are relationships that need nourished and others that need the hard work of being repaired. A beer to grab with a friend and a call to catch up on with another. And, smashed in… Keep Reading

God Is For Peace And God Is For Us

hymn

There’s a simple mantra I’ve been learning to speak to myself lately. It varies slightly based on the context and the situation, but the guts are always the same.  It’s a way of resetting my mind and recalibrating my interpretation of what is going on within me and around me. It goes like this: God… Keep Reading

What God Thinks About You

Identity

I used to think that God hated me. Not really hated me. Not like smite me while I sleep kind of hate. More like Republicans hate Democrats. Like the kind of hate that is described as being consistently annoyed.  This, of course, is what I had been told. A worldview developed from hearing how God hates our… Keep Reading

What Is The Church, Really?

Church

I’m not going to do this blog justice. Not today. Maybe not ever. But, I’m writing it anyway. Why? Because I think it’s worth stumbling through a difficult thing; something that, I believe, we are each trying to figure out in our own different ways. What is the church, really? That’s what we’re all asking, isn’t… Keep Reading

Gatekeepers, The Kingdom, and Where God Hangs Out

Blessed

Before the movement was a movement, there was a man talking crazy on a hillside. A carpenter’s son from the wrong side of town, riffing about things above his pay grade. God, heaven, blessings and sinners. This was the business of theologians and priests, and those gatekeepers of God were less than thrilled by this sideshow. He drew… Keep Reading

The Gospel And The Stones We Throw

Gospel

Her eyes searched the ground for an excuse. They came up empty. A crowd had gathered. Anger, pride, and shame all hung in the air like the stench of manure on a hot July country afternoon. Voices were raised and the tension was high. And in the middle of it all stood a half naked… Keep Reading