Maybe you’re searching for a friend, meaning, belonging, truth, a sense of being a part of something bigger than you, or maybe just a good cup of coffee or the perfect micro brew. We all search. When you climb off
Aimless Love by Billy Collins This morning as I walked along the lakeshore, I fell in love with a wren and later in the day with a mouse the cat had dropped under the dining room table. In the shadows
“People will come to adore the technologies that undo their capacities to think” ― Neil Postman, Amusing Ourselves to Death Neil Postman (1931-2003) died yesterday, October 5, 2003. Postman was chair of the Department of Culture and Communications at New York University,
Here is my 2002 list of my personal top ten books of the year. Each of these books touched me in some meaningful way. I feel grateful for each volumes, and to the people who birthed them, and to the
Hurt Covered by Johnny Cash, written by Michael Trent Reznor I hurt myself today To see if I still feel I focus on the pain The only thing that’s real The needle tears a hole The old familiar sting Try
Thoughts regarding ordination: I understand ordination to be a human recognition of God’s calling on a person’s life. Yet in practice it is a gatekeeping practice to ensure that those in power have a means of controlling who is let
Thinking about worship… What is it that the church can do in worship corporately that the church can’t do individually? How did worship devolve from a wholistic way of life to a gathering on a Sunday morning? What if how
The offspring of paradox are faith, doubt and certainty. Certainty looks at paradox and says, “they can’t both be true. I will take sides. I will exercise my mind and my reason to confidentially claim my argument as true. I
I Wish I Was the Moon by Neko Case Chimney falls and lovers blaze Thought that I was young Now I’ve freezing hands And bloodless veins As numb as I’ve become I’m so tired I wish I was the moon
what would Jesus do? by Walter Kirn GQ‘s literary editor. His most recent novel, Up in the Air, was released in paperback by Anchor Books. from GQ Magazine – September, 2002 WHAT WOULD JESUS DO?BUT MORE, IMPORTANT, WHAT WERE JESUS’ FITNESS
“Go to church” . . . what does this even mean? I sense it may be time for us to collaborate toward destroying the erroneous notion of “going to Church.” Jesus never told us to “go” to anything. Jesus’ invitation
God is plurality – God is one Jesus is God – Jesus is human Human beings are sinners – saints In the world – not of the world Paradox has at least three offspring: certainty, doubt and faith. Certainty looks
This short article was published in ALife as “Green Hair and the Gospel” (not my title). * * * * * * * A twenty-four woman with green hair gets up from her table in the corner of a cheesy
A Prayer of Unknowing by Thomas Merton My Lord God, I have no idea where I am going. I do not see the road ahead of me. I cannot know for certain where it will end. Nor do I really
A Discourse on Method: The Communion of the Holy Trinity as the Basis and Logic of Christian Theology by Baxter Kruger. See www.perichoresis.org Peace, dwight
When you read the Bible you open yourself up to encountering God through the stories of our spiritual mothers and fathers, offering a glimpse into their experience of God’s story. You’re not simply learning facts or trivia or reading just
Meditation, solitude and silence. Great-sounding words, neat concepts, but practical and obtainable? We are bombarded with noise from the moment we wake until we retire at night. Think about it. We wake up to a clock radio blaring, turn the
Prayer is talking with God, it is a dialogue of the soul. But prayer is much more than words. It is an expression of your heart, mind and emotions toward God. It’s an experience, a relationship, not merely an activity.
In your quest to make sense of your life and foster an authentic spirituality you’ve found some resonance with the story of Jesus the Christ. You’re on a journey… a pilgrim. Well, look out because you’re in for the adventure
brittle branches by Dwight J. Friesen bunches of brittle branches felled – by sea gale and a large toothed saw no life no sap no flex no growth blocking sun cut – pile – burn it takes so little to
A Gift by Denise Levertov Just when you seem to yourself nothing but a flimsy web of questions, you are given the questions of others to hold in the emptiness of your hands, songbird eggs that can still hatch if
The story that broke in Boston yesterday about the Roman Catholic Church’s intentional cover-up of ongoing sexual abuse of children by priest(s) makes me feel sick and angry. All those kids being violated is nothing short of evil. And to
Last year I posted my first end-of-the-year book list. Well, here’s my top ten list of books from 2001. These books touched me in some meaningful way. I feel grateful for them, and to the people who birthed them, and
o happy day – christmas 2001 As the holiday season rolls in, I find myself longing to set Christmas apart as special and unique. Christmas is so much more than a thanksgiving celebration or a mere remembrance, more than gifts
City Psalm by Denise Levertov The killings continue, each second pain and misfortune extend themselves in the genetic chain, injustice is done knowingly, and the air bears the dust of decayed hopes, yet breathing those fumes, walking the thronged pavements
I have a working document, that I began as a seminarian, outlining my current understanding of the process of discipleship as seen through a church or community of faith. I was heavily influenced in the creation of this by a
Here’s another great TED talk delivered by Majora Carter. She talks about he power of people choosing to stay in their neighborhoods. But not just hunkering down… staying with intention to help the place and its people thrive. Peace, dwight
On Friday l have the opportunity to join Trinity Lutheran College and speak in their chapel. I’ve been asked to speak to the kinds of leaders I sense that the church needs now and into the future. I’m titling my
Saddened to learn of the death of Ernie Coombs, forever known to me as Mr. Dressup. Ernie Coombs died on September 18, 2001 after suffering a stroke a few days earlier. I suppose Mr. Dressup was Canada’s Mr. Rogers, and
