I fear that we’ve buried our noses so deep in our texts, that we have forgotten that we have a mission in the world.
I fear that we’ve buried our noses so deep in our texts, that we have forgotten that we have a mission in the world.
I’ve heard the statement a thousand times: “Politics don’t belong in church!”
All of us are conditioned to see the world in certain ways. We are taught to see some things, and not others.
At the core of our preaching is actually an empty tomb. An absence. Something we cannot see.
We must be careful about moving from “anyone can preach” to “it doesn’t matter who is in the pulpit.”
While the term spider connotes danger, it does not tell the whole story about the thousands upon thousands of species of spiders in all of their glorious diversity.
Nostalgia is powerful in its ability to instantly transport us to happier places when life is tough, but it is also powerful in its selectiveness.
An epistemic advantage is “a critical, perspectival edge created by experiencing oppression personally or empathically.”
What does an ordained minister with a bunch of puppets and low-production quality have to offer to a hurting world?
We like to create distance, even distance that is generated by falsity, to protect ourselves from being impacted by those we fear.
I equally love and hate surprises. If I sense somewhere in my gut that somebody is withholding a fun secret from me, it nearly drives me crazy.
If you’ve never stopped long enough to eavesdrop on nature, you’re missing out. That pond was a sanctuary, and the birds and the bullfrogs were the choir.
I invite you to share in some of the lessons I have learned from this man who in many ways has been a spiritual giant in my life.
I think the church could and should offer a different kind of space: a space that welcomes authentic selves, wounds and all.
While most of you are not academically situated practical theologians, you all participate in the practical dimensions of theology.
I have been in an unexpected wilderness for the past four weeks, as my depression has stepped out of line for no apparent reason, and is upsetting my routine.
It was preaching that drew Christians out to fields for the revivals of the Great Awakenings, and it is preachers today who continue to impact the minds of congregants.
Christmas is when we recall that the King was born, and reigns forever more, and that the arrival of Christ signaled the expiration date on all other kingdoms.
I believe we were created to know and love those who are different from us.
There is human goodness to be found. This is the hope of God in the world: the eternal love and light of God emanating through willing vessels to restore our fragmented world.