Pentecost
Honestly, I might have thrown in the towel on calling myself a Christian if it weren’t for the Holy Spirit and her rushing wind, her wild goose, her fire of passion and her flowing water.
Memorial Day and Service of Remembrance
I invite us to re-member that death is never the end. That violence is never the final answer. That systems that seek to separate us are lies. Instead, our ritual helps us re-member, too, that Abba/Em is woven throughout creation, was poured out in Jesus and walked the earth.
Dreaming and Visioning
For me, Revelation, dreams, being tugged into liminal space, science fiction… they all do the same thing: they offer the real and present hope that God is beckoning us to another country: of justice, forgiveness and joy. When we are in pain, shoes in the back of a closet come to remind us of presence. When we daily encounter realities that claim that our kindred are less than human, we are given to bravely go where no one has gone before. When lies about white replacement inspire unspeakable violence, we can claim citizenship in the country of healing and hope and act to bring that country into view.
Measuring Love – Rev. Ashley’s Farewell
John 13:31-35 Beloved Lyndale. Wow. It’s hard to believe this is really happening. Once upon a time you all took a giant risk and called this fresh out of a chaplaincy residency, puppy pastor who was full of ideas. I had the honor of supporting you as you transitioned...