I am still blessed to have a few childhood friends. That may not be such an awesome reality for those who grew up in small communities and ...

As a part of my commitment to self-care AND professional development as both pastor and spiritual director, this week I began a five-part r...

NOTE: This is part two of an unfolding reflection on relinquishing and renewal. Over the past week, our small family marked the Feast Day o...

NOTE: In keeping with the spirituality of this season, I’ve been drawn to craft a multiple-part reflection on relinquishing. Over the next ...

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...