As we munch on Thanksgiving leftovers, we turn our attention to Advent, which means “arrival.” During Advent, we prepare for the first coming of Jesus as a baby and look forward to his return in glory. We live in the between-time, the place of tension, and we do so as people of hope.
Read MoreIn school, I despised group projects. As a type-A personality, I always felt the pressure to take charge, and often, to do all of the work. I saw a meme the other day that read: “When I die, I want all of the people who did group projects with me to lower me into my grave so they can let me down one last time.”
Read MoreDo not let this picture of clear blue skies and glassy water on Ogle Lake fool you. We had seen potential rain in the forecast, even had drops on our windshield driving to Brown County, but we started off on a hike with two dogs and a preschooler and left our rain gear in the car.
Read MoreIf you want to experience carefree joy, spend a few moments watching children or dogs play in the leaves this time of year.
Read MoreJesus was political. When he ate with tax collectors, sinners, and “unclean” types, he rebelled against the religious ethics of the day. When he reached out to people who were poor and marginalized, he broke cultural norms. His nonviolent resistance in the face of death challenged the powers-that-be of the Roman Empire. Jesus was, by his very nature, political.
Read MoreTuesday night was the fall equinox, the moment when the light and dark are equal. I had the privilege of praying at the annual Homeless Memorial Vigil hosted by the Shalom Community Center. We gathered around the courthouse with masks on our faces and candles in our hands as Sylvia McNair sang “Precious Lord, Take My Hand.
Read MoreI’m a daytime hiker. I like to know where I’m going and see what’s ahead of me. Even better, I like markers on the trail. When Colin and I hiked Acadia National Park, we appreciated the cairns that kept us on the path.
Read MoreOne of the deep joys of ministry is presiding at the communion table, breaking bread and sharing the cup with all of God’s people.
Read MoreOn an ideal pandemic day, my work scene happens from the couch with my laptop on a pillow, our puppy curled against my hip, and my arm snuggling our 4-year-old as Dinosaur Train blares in the background.
Read MoreWhile I can’t carry a tune in a bucket, I love to sing praises to God wherever I am, especially with the people of God. Methodists are a singing people
Read MoreToday is Juneteenth, the annual holiday honoring Black freedom and resistance on the day the last slaves learned of emancipation in 1865.
Read MoreI started reading the Bible after lying about it. In middle school, I went on a mission trip with friends. At the end of a long day, my friend Julia cracked open the Good Book.
Read MoreWhen our daughter was an infant, I loved watching her sleep. I would cradle her in my arms and sense the rhythm of each little breath filling her body. She was a miracle to behold, and each tiny inhale and exhale was filled with the potential of who she would become.
Read MoreI don’t wear my dressy watch much these days. When I put it on for church, I noticed the time was just a few minutes slower than it should have been. It’s no wonder. Time has been moving strangely in this pandemic.
Read MoreA couple of weeks ago, we bought some beautiful vegetable plants through the online Bloomington Farmers’ Market, which we highly recommend.
Read MoreTruth is hard to come by these days. We often blame politicians and media for leading us astray, but if we’re honest with ourselves, truthfulness starts within our own hearts.
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