We Keep On We wait a lot these days. It feels as if everything ground to a halt a year ago when the pandemic quarantine went into effect. Over the course of the pandemic, we’ve waited for the curve to be flattened, the weather to change...
Measuring a Year I’ve had a particular song in my head recently. It’s from the Broadway musical Rent. I’m sure it will be in your head after reading the lyrics. “525,600 minutes, 525,000 moments so dear. 525,600 minutes -...
“We Are but Masks” My friend and mentor from Atlanta, Rev. Dr. Steven Sheeley, has written a lot about dust, dirt, and ashes. He said, “And every now and then my study and teaching of biblical texts took me back down those dirt...
Thank You, Church (Adapted from Pastor Mike’s report for the Quarterly Church Conference in January) It is my job to write and say words. But words are not really flowing right now. Words are tools, but often we need artisans to use those...
Where Are We Going? This year felt different than previous years as our nation celebrated and remembered Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. There has been a transition of leadership in Washington. We watched in angst as a seditious riot took place at...
“The Blessed Light That Comes” The Rev. Jan Richardson has spoken many words of peace into my chaotic soul over the years. I love her deeply artistic faith. She is an artist, poet, author, and ordained minister. And she uses those...
A Masked World Dear Diary, What has happened to your pages? Blank pages…..blank sheets stare at me ……white pagesmy pen still full of ink….With nothing to say. My calendar has no plans my phone has failed to tell...