A Pastoral Letter to my Congregation The coronavirus has ushered us into a time of disruption. Our home lives are disrupted. Schools are disrupted. Business and the economy are disrupted. And most certainly, the medical community is disrupted. The church, too, is disrupted. We’re scattered in our homes, unable to come together each Sunday “atContinue reading “Holy Communion Amidst the Coronavirus Disruption”
The Church’s commitment to the immigrant and the refugee is rooted in the command of God and born out of our own experience.
I’m pretty sure God doesn’t give a hill of beans if I run a fast marathon … but I do.
Yes, we are free. But freedom kept just for one’s own use is as useless as a light kept under a bushel.
I’m preaching this Sunday. This Sunday’s texts from 1 Kings 19:15-16, 19-21; Galatians 5:1, 13-25; and, Luke 9:51-62 bring up images of call, service, and freedom. And the Soup Dragons (kind of). And Monty Python. And some personal wrestling about taking leave from my ministry here a two months ago to say goodbye to myContinue reading “Let this sermon bury the dead (or something like that)”