I was placing an office supplies order at work and searching through available items to help some of the family members of our hospital patients pass the time while in crisis. I came across a ready-made box titled “Thoughts and Prayers.” What an incredibly handy item to be able to order! I checked the contents: […]Read More Thoughts and Prayers in a Box
[NOTE: For a history of the #BlackLivesMatter movement that will give context to this post, please see the first link in the body of the text] August 9, 2015 will mark the one-year memorial of the death of Michael Brown, an 18 year old black teen from Ferguson Missouri. Brown’s death was at the hands […]Read More One Year Later: Why I still won’t say #AllLivesMatter in my sermons
My calling is centered around language, as language is the way to communicate, to express. In my pastoral role, it is my charge to speak to the community and for the community — to express the experiences and life of the community and to help us all find meaning in our individual and shared experiences. […]Read More When you can’t find the words
Innocent people die. In a world of disease, people who don’t smoke and don’t drink and eat the best they can, feel strange pains in their abdomen. “It’s cancer,” the doctor says. Where did it come from? Why me? Was it due to pesticides and hormones in food that I did not make? Is it […]Read More The Death of Innocents
You know that kid in your school who would ask for extra homework, remind the teacher you were supposed to have a test that day, and spent free time reading and studying? That was me. As a type-A, perfectionist and a bookworm who has always loved learning, I have always prided myself in knowing at […]Read More To Learn Is to Suffer
“Since therefore Christ suffered in the flesh, arm yourselves also with the same intention (for whoever has suffered in the flesh has finished with sin), so as to live for the rest of your earthly life no longer by human desires but by the will of God” – I Peter 4:1-2 We believe that the […]Read More Suffer.
Mocking laughter followed me as I lumbered down the hallway. Amid the other sounds of students talking about homework, the older ones seeking out that “special someone”, and teachers patrolling the hallways, I could always pick out that derisive sound. Sometimes a solo, sometimes a chorus, but always a part of the background noise of […]Read More Whether I Like It or Not