Does one of these need to go?

Cohesion: The Narrow Way

I ran across this sketch in an old journal from the past few years: I was trying to visualize the concept of the Jungian mask – the small, false self that some of us are so good at displaying to the world – and the True Self – the part...

The best effort of one of my children.

Whispering the Sacred Songs – Intentionally Crafting Community

Note: I was reminded of this post from over year ago after thinking about why we say the Lord’s Prayer together every week in church. We encounter people in our midst every week who feel ostracized and alone. We have the salve of grace and presence to offer in the...

Who needs parents to read? Everyone for themselves.

I Forget

Remembering I used to attempt to force myself to be overly productive on Mondays. I felt, I guess, that now that the weekend was over and the worship had concluded I could get back to “work”. Now, I let myself sit and breathe a bit more on Mondays, recovering in...

My dog, not my son, but she teaches me how to relax.

Fidgeting

Sleep Fidgets Right before my son goes to sleep, he normally goes through a phase of intense fidgeting. I’ve come to understand it is his body’s way of getting out the last little bits of energy that might keep him from having a good night’s sleep. Before I had that...

It's my ears that make me slow, not my lack of running.

Graceful Ears

This article appeared originally at Religious Herald and my previous blog. Seemed an appropriate repost on a day when many of us have spent time in close quarters with one another waiting for the next Snowpocalypse. Some Things Are a Drag Even before my hair started to go and betray...

the saints never look angry, do they?

Follow the Joy

Note: I hope you’ll pardon the royal “we” used throughout. I know that the experiences of our lives are far less uniform than I suggest. However, I also know that there is a commonality in our experiences that binds us together. Back When We Were that Age When we were...

What am I doing here, I thought all grackles lived near the HEBs in Waco.

Belonging

A few years ago, I was sitting in the car outside of Target while my son slept. My wife, daughter, and mother-in-law went in to do some shopping. On this particular day, I was reading something in the backseat when a woman walked past the car on her way to...

Plenty of Space

Waiting: Reflections on Hospital Waiting Rooms

Yesterday, I spent most of the day in the waiting room at the hospital. As I sat and talked with the people I was with, I noticed an interesting phenomenon. I then thought back over all the times that I have been in hospital waiting rooms, trying to figure out...

Who's bad...Shumon

Lyle the Lamb (Who Didn’t Listen So Good)

While I originally wrote this story as an illustrated sermon, after the difficulty of getting my own children to listen as we were getting ready for bed tonight (sometimes, we are just too excited about the fact that raccoons are the “ninjas of the forrest”), I’d like to share with...

Sup, Puddy Tat?

Church Cats and Starter Kids: Teaching Congregational Care

Note: After two conversations about why people should attend church and what makes a church welcoming, I’ve chosen to repost a post from my previous blog about a plan to help churches learn to care for people. Some congregations already care well – thanks be to God. Others need to...