My Brain-and-Mouth connection doesn’t always work right. Usually Mouth gets scared: Brain: Okay Mouth…let’s say this: “I don’t feel like that’s a
Truth: Re-Formation.
In the fall of 1517, Martin Luther had some issues with The Church and wrote to his bishop – he was sure
Truth: A Lone.
As I was growing up in the 1980’s and 90’s both of my parents held down jobs to raise our family in
Truth: We’re Both Right.
My Facebook friend list is a crazy mix of people that I love. There are the politically conservative and religiously liberal, there
Truth: Speaking.
This past week I’ve written a sermon, an article for the school newsletter, a reflection paper on an interview I did, replied
Truth: Memories.
There’s this nifty little function on Facebook called ‘Memories’ – I can click on that and look at all the past things
Truth: Assault.
I’ve been watching and listening to the news concerning the progress of the Brett Kavanaugh hearings and all the ‘stuff’ surrounding it,
Truth: God, esq.
Recently, I was speaking with a classmate of mine (a lawyer in her previous life before coming to seminary), and I asked
Truth: I Know Best.
There’s more to follow, but first, my rendition of Luke 5:1-8: Jesus was talking to some folks by the Lake of Gennesaret,
Truth: No.
I was working with a mission group in a steamy warehouse near Pristina, sorting out a semi-truck load of donated goods to
Truth: Happy (Radiantly).
“Describe a time you were radiantly happy. What do you value most in that memory?” I came across this journal prompt yesterday,
Truth: Sin(ful).
.This past week I managed to break seven of the ten commandments (1, 3, 4, 5, 8, 9, 10) and filled out
Truth: Communion.
Last night a group of my friends and I came together to send off one of our fellow seminarians who has been
Truth: Not Praying.
It’s not uncommon for me to hear of requests for prayer, either through the churches I attend, on my Facebook Feed, or
Truth: Comprehension.
My grandmother’s frail hands slightly shook, uncontrolled, as they waivered over the opened Bible in front of her. She looked at me,
Truth: Flying Solo.
.In order to shut my mind down at the end of the night, I often imagine myself in certain situations: super-secret spy,