
All Saints, A Little Early: Remembering Michael
I drew a volume from the shelf in my study the other day, and as I placed it on my desk, enlisting it in the
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I drew a volume from the shelf in my study the other day, and as I placed it on my desk, enlisting it in the
One gift of my present context in Palm Beach is oceanfront proximity: there’s only a couple miles between our family’s front door and any number
One evening some time ago, my wife Monica and I were channel-surfing and wound up watching the movie Popstar: Never Stop Never Stopping — a
I’m finishing this article as I finish preparing a seafood feast for my extended family. I paid a visit to a tiny local fish market
In the fall of 2018, I sat across the table from Wes Granberg-Michaelson at The Dandelion Pub, a few blocks over from my church’s offices
Sunday was consequential for the church community I serve. Our congregation’s Session, in response to updated CDC guidance, had just approved several changes that allowed
I remember when I started reading Eugene Peterson. I was five years into full-time pastoral ministry, and the entirety of my church experience to that
Ave Crux, spes unica. Hail Cross, our only hope. — Edith Stein On one episode of the irreverent sitcom It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia, Charlie,
“What are the ashes about?” The question was sincere. My church has never done Ash Wednesday before — at least not with ashes, anyway. And
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