Cohen, Democracy and Trump Greed and hate will always still-birth democracy. Greed and hate will always sabotage justice, and leave us shipwrecked.
The Geography of Faith There is, I suggest, a geography of faith. Christian faith is neither generic nor homogenous. Faith is always particular to place and time.
Anger, Tears and Resurrection Anger, tears and resurrection. That’s what it is all about. Anything less is a cover up, and cheapens death in its sentimentality.
On our Way … to New Beginnings For most of us, Wine Before Breakfast was a coming home. But this was always “a sort of homecoming,” a homecoming on the way, never a settled and comfortable spirituality.
Pacing the Cage and Good Endings Rather than denying the darkness, or averting our gaze from the dark, we have embraced sorrow through lament, while we adjust our vision to see in the dark.
Of Prophets, Priests and Poets: Reflections on the Calling of Campus Ministry Reflections on more than 40 years of campus ministry.
Creation Dreams and Ecological Nightmares … again Earth Day 2020 and biblical contrasts. Dreams and nightmares, ecocide and new creation.
Holy Week and Bitter Tears: A Pastoral Letter Hope is going to be a discipline this year. We’re going to have to work a little harder to wrestle hope out of the jaws of despondency and despair.
The Breath of God in the Face of COVID-19 In the face of a pandemic of breath-taking proportions, the breath of God conspires with all of creation for new life.
Dry Bones, the Spirit and Resurrection Without breath, there is no life. Come wind of God from the four directions, and fill us with breath.
Repentance, Blizzards and Gardens Sin is misdirected, distorted and deformed desire. And this whole story of the garden is a tale of such sin.
Debunking Rapture, Discerning the Times To be “taken” is a metaphor of judgement. And to “remain” is a metaphor of salvation.
Slaughter of the Holy Innocents … again From the manger to a mass grave, from joy to the world to inconsolable wailing, from proclamations of peace to cold blooded death squads, … in a matter of days.
A Ministry of Heartening in Disheartening Times To be disheartened is an incredible burden to bear. It may sound a tad archaic, but I like the ring of a ministry of heartening.