Tuesday -- This week, let us hear the invitation of grace.“Look at my eyes. Now take one step”, no longer confined by what we see as limitations. My grandmother—Southern Baptist born and bred—didn't cotton to folks in her church who played…
Toward the end of his life, Bruce had an advanced case of Parkinson's. One of the symptoms is particularly disconcerting. Sometimes when Bruce sees a line on the floor (perhaps because his eyes are cast down, watching his feet, fearing…
Tuesday -- It’s too easy to put a moral price tag on fragile or wounded or broken places. Places to be concealed, or suppressed, or fixed.And we miss the power to see grace there.We miss the permission (and the gift)…
A couple anticipated attending the opening of a new museum exhibit.At the last moment, their childcare plans fell through. They were left with the only option of taking their young daughter, seven years old, with them. They expected that the…
Tuesday -- “When your life is filled with the desire to see the holiness in everyday life, something magical happens: Ordinary life becomes extraordinary, and the very process of life begins to nourish your soul.” Rabbi Harold S. Kushner There…
It is coffee hour on a summer Sunday—that time after church service when we sip coffee (or if we're brave, some unidentifiable fruit juice) and chat about the weather, the week's news, or if it's memorable, the sermon. Whatever we're…
Tuesday -- “We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures.” Thank you, Thornton Wilder.Even still, we ask, “What does that look like?” Hoping for the map, or instructions, or…
Sister Lychen had a word of prophesy every Sunday in her Pentecostal Church. She'd stand up and say, "The Lord has revealed to me that I will be caught up in the clouds of glory." Every week, the same prophesy.Eugene's…
Tuesday -- This week, we are on the lookout for small wonders (not a bad way to spend the day) embracing this new currency in our lives. Yes, embracing the sacrament of this present moment.And yes, when life’s distractions keep…
I love Spring. Since I was a young boy in Southern Michigan, I have loved Spring. Snow was okay, but in Spring the world felt vibrant; animated and renewed, colors, fragrance, blossoms and the passionate chatter of birds. (And, it’s…
