My dad was selling our family’s Impala. It did not go the way we expected.
Why Pentecost Sunday is Worth Celebrating When my nephew Walker was little, I passed on to him a sacred ritual we call “The Trinity Handshake.” It involves greeting one another in the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, while clasping hands in a manner corresponding to each member of the Godhead. For the Father, we employ a straightforward handshake. For the Son, we merge into an informal “hand
Slowly Learning not To Rush One of the things I enjoy about working with the spiritual formation organization Renovaré is that every member of our small staff adores literature and language. It makes our meetings long, but entertaining. Our writing process is labored, but rewarding. And where other teams might pass around snacks or office supplies, we trade quotes. I love the quotes. Truly. Except for two that get bandied about with
Allow for Space in the MusicAcknowledging the Mystery of Pain The other day I had the privilege of hosting a Renovaré Webinar with Mark Buchanan and Douglas Kaine McKelvey, entitled: Good Grief: How Can We Respond to Sorrow and Loss in Life-giving Ways? Our conversation reminded me of this column, originally written a little over a decade ago but, in my experience, more true than ever. A few years ago,
The Case for Confession The Importance of Naming and Owning Our Sin When our friends’ son Sam was young, he was attached to a stuffed animal named Lamblamb. Two things made Lamblamb unique. First, Lamblamb was a hybrid species. Flowing from his blue lamb head was a matching fleece blanket, making him a versatile companion. Second, Lamblamb had a propensity for crime. Our friends had a gas fireplace which became