In retirement, my wife and I have ended up at an Episcopal Church. And a handful of my retired ministerial colleagues have done the same.

I am really not one to jump into random conversations with strangers. I don’t typically mingle after church and I even get a little nervous

Somehow, they both decided they needed to take a walk. We don’t know if new life was a problem, or if it was nervous energy.

I pause after parking. I sit with the sensation with intentional compassion. The reason for the heavy feeling becomes apparent: anxiety about an upcoming conversation.

The Vigil has become a new/old tradition at my church, and five years on, the “Night of Radiant Splendor” has become my favorite part of

From the flat roof of a missionary doctor’s home we saw men marching through the street, beating their chests, whipping their backs with razor tipped

“Oh, the different one.”  That’s how my Aunt Julia greeted me after I arrived to join my mom and sister at her bedside in the

While it’s easy to get discouraged, pull over, and call for a ride home, I’m reminded to just keep pedaling.

Our fervent first-time parent efforts were rewarded when our daughter said her first word, not spoken aloud, but signed in Baby ASL with her hands.

John projected his own doubts onto his friend “The Twin” and branded him alone among all twelve apostles.

Despite biblical stories of holy wars, populations decimated, and heads served on platters, the community of faith to which I belonged seemed to take it