OK, I'll grant that it would break my concentration and meditation to feel insects crawling up my arm as I knelt at the altar.
Can you imagine what it would be like if people could hear what you were thinking?
Sometimes the tears are on the inside.
“Do you have time for a quick theological question?”
The first parish where I served as a pastor was Prince of Peace Lutheran Church in Coventry, CT. We lived there for five years, from 1986-1991. The other day I quickly jotted down a few vivid memories.
Either I’m becoming more observant, or new birds are suddenly in my field of vision. Today, simply walking Samson, we saw a few of these: A Wood Stork is the […]
I've long known someone else who knows even more about me. God.
My mom loved the feel of the untouched pages, the blank sheets and the unlimited possibilities. She must have passed that love down to me.
Persistent. Determined. Ingenious. Clever. Acrobatic. These are some but certainly aren't all the adjectives I could use to describe the latest squirrel to defeat my latest squirrel-proof bird feeder.
"What do I still have from before I got married?"
I hope someone will be there to pray with me.
The future of the church will always be the gathering of people who need to hear the gospel, receive God's forgiveness and be equipped to take that blessing back to their world. There are no age, height, income or experience restrictions on that experience.
"What people has God strategically put into my life?"
I just finished reading Fraternity by Alexandra Robins. It resurrected a lot of memories from my freshman year at college. I found myself wondering, “Why did I join a fraternity?”
Today I went to allaboutbirds.org and used their handy identification guide. With just a few clicks indicating location, size and color, "Sand Hill Crane" popped up.
Am I old enough to feel uncomfortable in a contemporary church? Is this what Jesus had in mind?