Dry Bones TV Network

Today I compare God’s transforming power to a home renovation project, emphasizing the importance of visualization and imagination. Did you know Ezekiel’s vision of the valley of dry bones played a pivotal role in the launch of MainStreet? I share how and explore the need for God’s transformative breath to revive and transform souls, and the need for a vivid, colorful vision of God’s desired future for us to enliven dead faith. … More Dry Bones TV Network

The Company of the Summoned

In this week’s lectionary text, 1 Corinthians 9, the Apostle Paul emphasizes his holy obligation and divine calling to proclaim the gospel, representing a countercultural surrender to a higher purpose. I share some of my own experience and challenges of my call to full-time ministry, and conclude by highlighting the current crisis of clergy burnout and offering a call to love and support those who have surrendered their life to full time Christian service. … More The Company of the Summoned

Soaking in Christ

From my comfortable spot in the jacuzzi I can see people upstairs moving and sweating on the machines. Today, as I toweled off after 20 minutes of reading Brueggemann’s book on Exodus in the hot tub, I pondered the value of both running and soaking in spiritual terms. … More Soaking in Christ

Better Late Than Never: 44th Birthday Reflection

As I turned 44 years old this past week, I’ve been ruminating on this breathtaking quote from Saint Augustine’s Confessions: “Late have I loved you, O Beauty ever ancient, ever new, late have I loved you! You were within me, but I was outside, and it was there that I searched for you. In my unloveliness I plunged into the lovely things which you created. You were with me, but I was not with you.” … More Better Late Than Never: 44th Birthday Reflection

Sabbatical Thoughts & Crumbling Sidewalks

And she began to explain in 2nd grade terms what no 8-year old should ever have to explain…something this 42-year old can’t find words to explain or make sense of. I walked behind the two, watching my son’s innocent world being punctured, and helplessly watching the ground literally and figuratively becoming less stable under his little feet. … More Sabbatical Thoughts & Crumbling Sidewalks