Cosmic Christ and New Creation
On November 24, the last Sunday of the church year, I collaborated with our worship leaders in organizing a service that would move us from the symbolism of “Christ the …
On November 24, the last Sunday of the church year, I collaborated with our worship leaders in organizing a service that would move us from the symbolism of “Christ the …
Eyeless in Gaza we strike out bringing down the temple of our gods, turning into ashes bodies of our dreams, the tender offspring of our hope. Was not …
As we move through a season of stark contradiction between the happy music in churches and the violence and horrific death in Ukraine, Israel-Palestine, and Sudan, between the fervent consumption …
As long-time readers of this blog know, a small brick church in Virginia’s Loudoun County has been a singular presence in my entire life. Ketoctin Baptist Church was founded in …
At the invitation of the pastors at my church, I provided the opening call and prayer for our worship services from Ash Wednesday to Easter this year. It became a …
There are times in our individual lives, in the lives of communities and nations, and now even on this planet, when a catalytic flash seems to weld together our fitful …
In the time of grace beyond three score and ten a clearing opens up before me at the edge of woods where I have made my fires, built my homes, …
When by some good grace we enter into our elder years, we begin to search for those who might help guide us into ways we might surrender our lives at …
Never has the Advent admonition to wait had such import as in this seemingly endless pandemic. We are waiting for the coming of a time that is in some sense …
Howard Thurman entered my consciousness sometime in the 1960s, as I was taking up my graduate studies at Yale. As Dean of the Chapel at Boston University (1953-65), he was …
Our knee is on creation’s neck. Her breath is halting, weak, Strangled by our disregard, our cold contempt. Our mother, she is crying out beneath our weight, Beseeching that we …
In the stunned faces and writhing bodies of little children besieged by bombs and missiles we hear the ancient cry of the God whose own body is constantly torn apart …
We found beneath the mulch of leaves and sticks the rough earth the broken glass a bursting acorn seeking the light its infantile roots locked against a rock below No …
This is the year humanity lies sleeping on the earth in fevered nightmares like hibernating bears claws twitching restless trapped …
Hidden on the mountainsides of Appalachia lives beneath majestic canopies a tree they call the Judas tree. Its purple buds begin the spring break through the bark betrayed by winter’s …