Tag: Formation

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

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

A Christmas Truce

Whenever I hear the familiar drums of war, I know it’s beginning to sound a lot like Christmas. Many of my brothers and sisters in faith have made a tradition of trying to save baby Jesus from the onslaught of a politically correct “holiday” season. Our more zealous types denounce all the careful language of

A Guide to Public Prayer

Many people are terrified to lead prayer for a group, whether large or small.  That should come as no surprise.  Public speaking is consistently among the top 3 common phobias.  So if you combine that with the pressure of addressing the Almighty, you’ve got some serious trepidation. With that in mind, I’ve compiled this handy

To Thee We Raise

A couple of years ago, our local children’s theatre troupe had to close its doors for lack of funding.  Several of us were deeply saddened by the news, but obviously not enough of us to make a difference.  My wife had the crazy idea that maybe our church could fill this void in the community. 


At most, I can probably translate 10 words.  I should have taken Latin at some point.  Still, the old wording of the Nicene Creed hangs on a four-feet by four-feet frame in my study.  I look at it just about every day. The creed mystifies me.  Every word and phrase of it was debated, some

This I Believe

I glanced at my watch halfway through the meeting – 7:35 p.m. The expected pain was absent, and in its place, a slow and simple ache. For the first time in his life, my infant son went to bed without hearing me say goodnight. I’m sure he slept better than I did that evening. Too