I have done my best in ministry not to challenge people’s theology in the midst of moments of pastoral care. When the father of a

When I was in high school, I often lingered by the perfume counter at the Bon Marché in the Bellis Fair Mall in Bellingham, Washington.

A number of years ago, I started the practice of sitting in silence for several minutes at a time. I haven’t been very consistent. I’ve

When [the shepherds] had seen [the baby], they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child, and all who heard it were

My sister and I are the closest of friends. But it wasn’t always like this. Tracy and I scrapped our way through our elementary and

My congregation has some of the most beautiful pray-ers who pray the most beautiful prayers. This past Sunday, the person who offered the prayers of

In an earlier post about reading my late mom’s diaries from the 1960s, I briefly mentioned how often she wrote about her weekly routine of

There is something incomplete about the span of your life – no matter how young or how old you are when you die. There is

My mom started keeping a daily diary on her 13th birthday in 1963. Aside from a gap in the mid-70s, she kept her diary going