Easter Monday is always hard. Us pastor folk like to joke about a post- Holy Week hangover. There have been so many hours and so much thought and prayer put into the week that when it’s all over it can be kind of deflating. Normally my family goes camping after Easter as a way to breathe out and celebrate, but… Read more →
Some days it is hard to hope. I say “Come Lord Jesus” in our Advent prayers as a desperate cry, not a uniform response. I need Advent right now, not the Christmas season. I am not ready. I am waiting. Some days I wait in anger. Anger at the way life is treated… when children are put in dangerous situations,… Read more →
This is a post a wrote in November of 2014 while at the hospital, which I wanted to share with y’all while I work on part 2. To be human is to have a certain air of invincibility. To acknowledge one’s privilege is to recognize that invincibility, for some of us, myself included, has been given a few extra coats.… Read more →
I don’t want to be a Bradford pear tree. Don’t get me wrong, I think they’re beautiful. They grow quickly, they flower in the spring, they’re just lovely. They sound perfect, don’t they? But there are consequences to growing too quickly. The house I lived in the longest growing up had one right off the deck when we moved in.… Read more →
I’m a new pastor, and at that point I was only three months into the parish, so I was always somewhere between “This is awesome” and “Dear Lord what have I gotten myself into.” I sometimes see myself as God’s cheerleader to my congregation trying to encourage and remind them that God is good, creation is good, and we can help… Read more →