Happy Epiphany … or Hello World

I thought I'd write a post today in observance of Epiphany, a holiday not featured on most wall calendars, nor in Google or iCal. But since my last post was way back in May, when it was probably warm and sunny and flowers were in bloom and grass was green and the sky was blue,…

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How Spin Class Is Like a Worship Service Part 2

I'm just jumping right back in with no recap from the last post, so you may want to check out Part 1. The Bike/Seat Depending on the popularity of the coach, as well as the time the class is offered, it may be necessary to get to class early to get a bike. I always…

My Three Dads

The focus at our Lent chapel gathering this week was on healing, particularly how we as followers of Jesus can help bring healing to victims living in a broken world. Not wholly innocent victims, mind you. Certainly there are those who've been victimized by others' sin -- we usually refer to this as injustice. But every…

Real Church in a Social Network World

A couple months ago I received an email from someone at my church — someone, shall we say, not young — who just happened to check out our Facebook page. He was disappointed that he, for some reason, never receives status updates from our church on his Facebook news feed, despite that we post several…

A Hired Hand: The Mercenary Pastor

I'm not sure if this has ever happened to you, when it feels like something you read in Scripture punches you in the gut. In the quiet of the morning with but a single lamp on in the house, my freshly brewed coffee on a little tray I set next to me on the couch, and my Bible open to the tenth chapter of the Gospel of John, a little phrase -- two short words -- jump off the thin page and smack me a few times, knocking the wind out of me, nearly spilling my coffee.