Life experience is the tool of the Teacher; capturing what the Teacher says is the skill that daily begs of me and thus the joy of...

In my current read through Richard Rohr’s book, The Divine Dance, and given this awareness of my own mortality, along with my limited...

This morning, as I opened Richard Rohr’s newest book, The Divine Dance, I found myself in a moment of introspection. In just a few...

I can remember the first time I heard the phrase “Both/And” in a religious setting.  I was huddled among moderate Baptists with whom I...

“When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish...

I am certain that the title of this post caught the attention of my evangelical Christian friends, though that was not my intention. The...

I still have a knot in my throat and a certain sorrow in my heart after a weekend with Martin Luther King, Jr.  Actually it was a couple...

As I continue my lifelong journey of taking scripture by the throat, choking every ounce of truth from it, I run the risk of drawing ire...

Respectfully though ironic, their plea sounds much like what I would have imagined was offered by Native Americans, when those same lands...

People are everything and with the right people anything is possible in the New Year.  With those possibilities come the greatest joys,...

Most sincere in my belief, though somewhat less confident in both my walk and my skill as a theologian, I now often meditate on the...

I couldn’t help but rejoice this morning as I read Luke’s story surrounding the birth of Jesus. In his letter to Theophilus, Luke’s...

For some time now, I have wanted to unpack my thoughts on the celebration of communion.  This past Saturday as I sat in a Catholic...

This morning I felt compelled to expand upon my thoughts as I began a read through Galatians.  Actually, I have delayed responding for...

Aging is a phenomenal journey as it provides an ever increasing knowledge of people and circumstances. Daily the void of understanding is...

It seems that writing is becoming the natural response to my ever lengthening ritual of morning devotions. I can hardly awake early...

This morning my family and a back yard full of friends prepare to celebrate the first year of John Luther’s life. He was actually born...

“The next day the great crowd that had come for the festival heard that Jesus was on his way to Jerusalem. They took palm branches and...

Whether anything will ever come of my writing is becoming less and less significant. The conviction of my heart rather, did I honestly...

The above language from Deuteronomy 25:10 stood out this a.m.in my annual read through scripture. Whether such a linear devotional...