Something unexpected happened this weekend: our recently formed band, Famous Before We're Dead , won the Infinity Music Hall open mic co...

One of the ways I stay grounded - even in a shit storm - is with self-deprecating humor. I am not a fan of sarcasm. It is veiled cruelty. I ...

When I was a freshman in college, I wrote down my deepest beliefs on a yellow legal pad. A young idealist with a bent towards peace-making...

Yesterday was St. Bob's birthday. It was fitting that we played at Infinity Music Hall - and closed the open mic evening off with a Dyla...

Today was band rehearsal at Hal's and we spent three hours honing two songs. Pure delight to my soul. On Thursday this week we'll re...

Once upon a time, in my early days of pastoral ministry in Massachusetts, a Sunday morning guest asked me about my favorite TV shows. With a...

Today is Pentecost in the Western Christian tradition - and we went to worship on-line. It wasn't very satisfying. Partially that is bec...

As anticipated, last night's "gig" at the Infinity open mic was sweet. It was also a bit of mysterious but sacred communion as...

When I was hanging out in Brooklyn a few weeks ago, I took this picture while waiting for my daughter and grandson. It was a stunningly wa...

What is the best balance between theory and practice? Praxis, the Word made flesh or the practical application and living into spiritual/ th...

In his little book, Befriending the Stranger,  l'Arche founder Jean Vanier offers six essays re: spiritual formation for those called ...