An important and hurried and stressed businessman visits a Zen master, seeking guidance. (It seems that these days, to look important, you have to appear hurried and stressed.) The Zen master sits down, invites the businessman to sit, and pours the visitor a cup of tea. But even…
A woman called her priest. “My Daddy is dying, would you come and pray with my daddy?” She asked.“Yes,” he told her.With the man, the priest noticed a chair pushed tight to the head of the bed.“Has someone been visiting…
“You’re a minister? Well, what do you believe?” Some church people like to ask me. They can’t help themselves.Okay, here you go.God has a heart for those who are left out, forgotten, and excluded.God's grace is bigger than anything which…
I flew cross-country this past week. That’s a chunk of hours in a confined space, in seats designed for the undernourished. I’m just sayin’. Across the aisle sit three women, one holding an infant. I catch myself saying a silent…
“I’ve lost my way.” One man confesses to his friend. “And it’s not good, because I don’t know how much more I can take." “I understand,” his friend says. “I don’t know what is next, but I think I’m close…
Some days, we wake up in a world that is not a friend of grace. At least, it doesn’t feel so. This past Thursday put a spotlight on what we know to be true, we live in very broken world.…
Two men visiting Hong Kong, noticed the ubiquity of street vendors, all pushing their carts along, pell-mell, in and out of traffic. Attempting to gain the attention of any potential customer, they would shout repeatedly, "Sale! Sale! Good items for sale!" So numerous were these vendors that the men found…
“I hate people. I hate life. I hate the world.” Lucy is apoplectic. “I thought you had inner peace,” Charlie Brown says to her. “I do,” Lucy responds. “But I have a lot of outer obnoxiousness.” Speaking of life’s…
For one whole week, in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, I was without wifi. This is grim. I couldn’t even Google remedies for wifi withdrawal. I am not interested in TV, so was blissfully without the news. Except it’s like going to…
Friday night I went to church. I usually don’t take Kleenex to church. Turns out I needed it. The congregation of receptive and appreciative islanders gathered at the Vashon Theater. Our opening hymn, “Won’t you be my neighbor?” brought smiles…
