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For as long as I can remember, I’ve loved the Parable of the Prodigal Son.  It’s one of the best-known stories Jesus told.  Maybe what resonates so clearly for us in the story is the universal thread running through it. We know what it’s like to get lost. We know what it’s like to make


It’s easy to feel like something of a tourist during Christmas.  You’re running around like mad. Checking things off the list. Trying to cram every ounce of hope and joy into the quickly dwindling days. Pile in the car and look at the neighborhood lights. Pack a bag and hit the road to see family. Let’s run over to the

About Us

This was always about us.  Not them.  It wasn’t originally about wealthy political machines.  It wasn’t originally about email servers and tax returns.  It wasn’t about conspiracy theories and plagiarized speeches and who scored better on a fact checking pop quiz.  It was about us… the people of this fair land – a land where

A Single Droning Note

A mentor of mine used to say that every preacher has just one sermon.  It’s true for Billy Graham.  For Mother Teresa.  For Buechner and Nouwen and Craddock.  For Barbara Brown Taylor and Harry Emerson Fosdick.  Joel Osteen, too, for that matter.  It’s true for me, and it’s true for you.  We all have just

Glitter in the Ashes

On this Ash Wednesday, the Mardi Gras beads still cling effortlessly to Crepe Myrtle branches at the sanctuary entrance.  It’s always a wonderful contrast of optics.  In the foreground are little cheap plastic strands of merriment thrown from double-decker floats.  Directly behind them stands a gothic revival house of worship dressed in its finest arches

If You Ever Wonder

The light of a lonely purple candle on my coffee table signals the start of the Advent season.  For those who follow the liturgical rhythms of the Christian year, this season offers a holy invitation.  It stands sober and resolute, calling us to consider what promises might find fulfillment around the next turn. In many

Just Enough

Henry David Thoreau famously wrote, “I went to woods because I wanted to live deliberately… to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life.” After returning from my own time of solitude in the woods, I think Thoreau could afford to tap the breaks a bit. In an overarching sense, the trip was

Day One

Imagine a kid who grew up memorizing lines from every Disney movie in the vault. He went on vacation at some point in those formative years. And on that vacation, perhaps he had a photo op with Mickey and a memorable twirl on the teacups. And then, at the end of the most magical day

Ten Year Old Adventure

When I returned home, a friend asked me, “So what was this trip about?”  I wasn’t sure how to answer then.  Or now.  It’s almost two weeks later, and I’m still not 100% certain what the trip was supposed to be.  It was a hundred different things.  Or maybe just one quite simple thing.  I’m

For My Unambitious One

Dear Son, I should probably explain my awkward laughter the other day. It really wasn’t because we were losing the soccer game 9-0. And it wasn’t because you had just asked about post-game snacks for the fourth time. Honestly, I think the laughter was directed at myself – for how slow I am in learning