One of the multiple challenges of being a sacramental theologian in the Reformed tradition is grace . Not that grace itself is a challenge a...

It is a crisp, dry autumn day in the Berkshire.  In a few hours we'll take the train into Manhattan - and a cab to Brooklyn - to celebra...

One of the on-going challenges I wrestle with has to do with integrating and/or shedding my public persona as pastor with my unfolding spiri...

Nearly three years ago during Advent, I joined a local colleague in an on-line retreat. Formed and sponsored by Abbey of the Arts (check i...

As I keep working at my closing reflection re: the wisdom of Jean Vanier at 89, an essay that still needs some time to ripen, I have discove...

Today was all about the essentials:   cleaning the bedroom, scouring toilets, repairing a broken shower-head, washing floors and buying groc...

  I loved Tom Petty. I loved everything about him from his geeky outsider looks to his fusion of Beatles/Byrds/Roots music to his own bra...

Given the once unimaginable – but now all too predictable – horror that took place in Las Vegas over the weekend, to say nothing of the ...

At the close of worship this morning, one person said to me, "A little ray of light in the midst of so much darkness." That was m...

On Sunday, October 1, 2017 we'll focus our attention on River Sunday. It is the close of the new/old liturgical "Season of Cre...

One of my dear friends and colleagues, Lee from Chicago, recently said to me: if there is anything you have always wanted to do in ministry...