This is a song we wrote some years back for a show called One Story. Though we've performed it numerous times since then in different settings, for some reason, we've never recorded it in the studio. I was, however, able to extract audio from a video recording of the live performance, so here it is… Continue reading When Beauty Died
With the horror of Jesus' sudden betrayal, chaotic arrest, mockery of a trial, public torture, and execution behind them, what was left for those who had given up everything to follow him? There is not much in scripture that tells us what the disciples were doing on this day, as their Master lay buried in… Continue reading Holy Saturday
I have a love/hate relationship with the art of organization. In my physical life, I have tidied up with Marie Kondo, GTD-ed with Dave Allen, and Swedish death cleaned with Margareta Magnussen, all in fits and starts. While I tend more toward chaos, I enjoy an organized life, where everything is precisely where I expect… Continue reading Disorganized Religion
Sometimes, when my mind spins trying to process too much useless information, when my mental hard drive is full, when external noise overwhelms and unsettles, God sends someone special to remind me what matters. Today was that kind of day. I started early in the morning, running errands, trying to squeeze them all in before… Continue reading Divine Appointment
For the past few weeks, my Sunday evenings have been spent online with a diverse group of people discussing Jemar Tisby's must-read book, The Color of Compromise: The Truth about the White Church's Complicity in Racism. This past week, we talked about, among other things, one of the giants of Christian history, George Whitefield. We know him… Continue reading Trust
When I first met the person of Jesus, I had an experience I cannot deny and will never forget. But it was looking for him and finding him in the gospels that upended my world and altered my life's course forever. I had grown up with the stories of how Jesus was born a helpless… Continue reading First Love
I'm crying my way through The Chosen tv series again. No matter how many times I watch the dramatized account of Mary of Magdala's encounter with Jesus, I still end up in a puddle of grateful tears. Such a broken, helpless, tormented woman who had lost all hope. Then, out of the blue, she meets Jesus, and… Continue reading First Contact
I believe in miracles. Sometimes I forget that I believe in miracles and pray weak, cowardly prayers. I do this either because I fear being presumptuous or I fear being disappointed. I also push back against the belief held by those who insist we can command God and demand miracles. Once when I was in… Continue reading Wild Faith
We all have wilderness seasons. In Hebrew scriptures, the wilderness is a barren, dry place where no life grows, and nothing thrives. A frightening, chaotic, dangerous place inhabited by demons and monsters. A place of restless wandering, of loneliness, fear, hunger, and thirst. It is a place where everything you lean on for support gets… Continue reading In the Wilderness
I always associate baptism with wild places. Except for my two oldest children, who were baptized in swimming pools surrounded by friends and people who loved them, my baptisms have all been wild. I was baptized by my uncle in the stormy Irish Sea. I was sure I would drown, but he stood there like… Continue reading Rewilding
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