Let me see your hands: Who forms Christian community?

Let me see your hands.  I am checking for splinters, proof of cross- carrying. Let me see your hands.  I am looking for blood under your nails, proof of crucifixion. Let me see your hands.  I am feeling for callouses, clues that that you have done the hard work of building the kingdom of God. No […]

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Didn’t you promise?

“Cross my heart and hope to die. Stick a needle in my eye.”  Our promises use to mean something.  As children, we took our commitment– no matter how trivial or time- sensitive– seriously.  We meant what we said with our little mouths about a rumor we had heard or the score of last night’s game.  […]

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Thanksgiving Day as one of mourning?

This is what some persons indigenous to what is now the United States say.  Mic recently posted an article as well as a video capturing a portion of a couple of women’s perspective on the holiday.  So, while we are passing the turkey and gravy, let us not pass over the experience of others on Thanksgiving Day.  As we […]

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Hello, Koinonia Farm!

 Interesting title, huh?  Well, I have a bit of good news to share.  I learned this past week that my grant proposal for the Louisville Institute’s Pastoral Study Project was accepted.  Woo- hoo! What does this mean?  It’s means that I am going to Koinonia Farm in Americus, Georgia!  I will learn in community the […]

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Lament after Loss: Thinking about the victims of the mass shooting in Texas

On Sunday, there was another church massacre.   This time in Sutherland Springs, Texas.  While I was inviting my congregation to pray for the victims of the latest terror attack in New York City, another was occurring.  Twenty- six people, many of them children, are among the dead.  The number of persons killed is made worse by […]

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