This is the most vulnerable piece I've ever written. Please be gentle. This past year has been - by far - my most difficult year. Professionally, spiritually, mentally, and physically. As a pastor, it's difficult to be transparent, and it's even more difficult to connect with people on just a basic human level (you know, … Continue reading A Dark Postpartum Night
I don't usually write poetry, but I did the other day. Fathom Mag solicited submissions for poems or essays from the perspectives of unnamed biblical characters, and I tried my hand at some poetry. It was a contest I didn't win, but I thought I'd share my submission with y'all. Here's my last two coins, … Continue reading My Last Two Coins
OK, so I lied. Instead of writing about 3 R words, I’m doing four. Deal with it. When Jesus lovers are baptized into the Christian tradition, they take on a new identity – one that renounces the spiritual forces of wickedness, rejects the evil powers of this world, and repents of your sin. That’s really … Continue reading Reaffirming my Baptismal Covenant
Lent began yesterday with Ash Wednesday. Lent is a 40 day fast leading up to Easter, during which Christians typically abstain from something or take on an additional spiritual practice in order to grow closer to God and neighbor. Ash Wednesday is the day we remember our mortality - dust. Just how fleeting our lives really … Continue reading Vapor, Dust, Ash
I’m sitting in my local Starbucks as I type this reflection. I can hear “The Little Drummer Boy” over the grinding of coffee beans as I take a sip from my tall red cup covered in cartoon Christmas lights. It doesn’t say “Merry Christmas.” It doesn’t even say “Happy Holidays.” And we Christians are freaking … Continue reading Upside Down, not Trickle-Down
Well, that happened. Donald Trump was elected to be our next president. Some of my friends and family are celebrating, while others are resisting with all they've got. Some still don't believe it, and others are terrified. Twentysixteen was a weird one. After taking a few days to process, listen, and pray, I've come to the … Continue reading Election 2016 – We can’t just suck out the poison.
At exactly 4 p.m., I sat down, my eyes fixed eastward. I watched silently as my new friends responded to the Islamic call to prayer, standing shoulder to shoulder then bowing low on the plush carpet. Tears welled in my eyes as I witnessed such an intimate moment of devotion, thankful that they shared … Continue reading Building Bridges, Instead of Walls