METALHEAD: Grief and the Birth of God
Grief paralyzes. Its eerie tentacles reach deep to grab the voice. Silence is Grief’s agent, Anger its expression, and Fear is its fuel.… Continue reading
Read MoreGrief paralyzes. Its eerie tentacles reach deep to grab the voice. Silence is Grief’s agent, Anger its expression, and Fear is its fuel.… Continue reading
Read MoreHappy first day of Spring! Shortly I will be out pruning our decorative grasses for new growth. Herbs will be planted in their own little place. Weeds will be pulled from the flower beds. Garden sprinklers will readied for use. Here’s to hoping the actions of one will produce … Continue reading
Read MoreMaybe we shun the label heretic too quickly. What if the Apostle Paul aimed to create heretical communities across the Roman Empire aimed at bringing peace in the Way of Jesus?… Continue reading
Read MoreMondays for preachers should at least come with some humor. After all, many of us replay the message from the day before in our heads and face the specter that we could have communicated better. At least those of us who preach our own stuff.… Continue reading
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It’s All About the Base, No Trouble
Grandma Littleton tired of the question, “Are you Catholic?” This came after she responded to, “How many children do you have?” She would reply, “Eight. Six boys and two girls.” Over time she developed a startling response to the question of her religious background, “No. Just oversexed Baptists.” Were … Continue reading
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