One of the most complex challenges I experience doing ministry in this ever-shifting moment in history has to do with radical Christian love...

We are conducting a quick experiment that involves crossing the border into Canada by car. When the current regime came into power - and be...

There are times these days when I sit and weep. I am not desolate. Nor am I bereft of faith, hope, or love. Yet I still weep – mostly at wha...

It appears that I have not posted here in two months! To say that life has been full would be an understatement. There's been a great d...

Resting by the shores of Lake Gardner has been restorative: the gentle waves breaking on the stones, some geese and a mallard duck came to v...

The American poet, William Stafford of blessed memory, put it like this: There’s a thread you follow. It goes among things that change. But ...

As our anniversary vacation/retreat ripens on the shore of Lake Gardner, and Brother Sun has rejoined us for another day of beauty and warmt...

Yesterday was saturated in paradox. That's true daily, but I was more keenly aware as Saturday ripened. First, it was cold, grey, and w...

One of the blessings I reclaim whenever Di and I can take an extended break is the generosity of God's grace. It saturates Mother Earth ...

Well, the absurd cruelties of the current regime are starting to hit home for me personally . Since the election, I've been emotionally ...

Interestingly, I haven't posted here since before Christmas! Blogging was once an essential spiritual practice for me - a venue to thin...