We began our worship welcoming Jesus with hosannas; the very embodiment of our hopes. We will end with his lonely, horrific death, a criminal executed by the state. In years past we may have wondered how things could have turned so quickly, from hero to pariah in a week. By now, most of us likely have no problem imagining how life’s changes could come so swiftly; how quickly we could become isolated and cut-off.
A Personal reflection on Ezekiel’s vision of the valley of dry bones
A reflection written around the time of the Brett Kavanaugh Supreme Court hearings
Much of my time earlier this week was taken up watching the United Methodist Church special conference called to address … More
Despite all that has happened in the intervening years, I am still transported back to that place of vulnerability and sorrow on this day
Originally published July 10, 2014 In my office, I keep the parish registers, which record the baptisms, confirmations and deaths … More