And now: A poem
Now that we have been given fresh smelling empty time, and hearts broken open, weary of the battering too egregious to voice..
She was John the Baptist
Upon one of the Sunday School walls, there hung a painting of John baptizing Jesus, but the River Jordan looked more like..
Advent poetry reading — A poem
An invitation to go deeper, to penetrate the hard-worn surface of our habitual this-and-that, permit entry to images, suggestions, even fears that..
Dear Dad — A poem
December 11, 1968 Danang Not sure how to write this letter. I feel far away from the farm — front pasture, Rock..
Christian Community
(To my friends at Central Presbyterian Church) I was lost. I didn’t know it. I thought I had it all together. I..
On the toilet at 4 a.m.
I nurse my newborn son and run the shower. His breath knocks against the night air, nose clogged by a cold. I..
A high probability
Hello! I have just now received your email, and I am calling to invite you to tell me more. Why? Fair question...
a church with borders
a church with borderless borders like water strong and gentle clear and life-giving fluid and transforming where trees grow and children..
Four-Letter Word
Love is such a lovely word, gracious, spacious, capacious to a fault, embracing every blessed thing from those little smiley faces we..
I will miss: Pandemic journal sketches of a pastor
I miss many things and many people more than I can count, but I will count. The smiles of saints, women..
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