Remembering Tom Sine

Remembering Tom Sine

Yesterday morning, July 23, 2026, Christ’s church—and so many of us who loved him—lost one of its great prophetic imaginations. Tom Sine died at the age of ninety. Author, Christian futurist, mentor, practitioner, and faithful friend, Tom spent a lifetime

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“Raising Little Dwights”

“Raising Little Dwights”

Raising Dwights by Dwight J. Friesen When fear comes,it is rarely alone.A little boy arrivesalready scanning the roomfor danger.A teenager pulls out his résumé,certain he can earn our belongingif given enough work.Another reaches for humor.Another for theology.Another quietly packs a

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“Grandma Loeppky”

“Grandma Loeppky”

Grandma Loeppky by Dwight J. Friesen There are still momentswhen I measure loveby the way your face openedbefore a single word was spoken.As though delightcould arrive ahead of me,already setting another placeat the table.You welcomed methe way morning welcomes windows—not

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Seattle… So Proud of Us

Seattle… So Proud of Us

As the final FIFA World Cup crowds begin to drift home, I find myself feeling unexpectedly grateful. Not because Seattle was perfect. It wasn’t… we weren’t. Not because we solved homelessness, transportation, affordability, or the thousand complexities that come with

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“Harmony”

“Harmony”

Harmony by Dwight J. Friesen The world keeps asking for a single note.One flag lifted above every other.One story told loud enoughto drown out the rest.One certainty.One tribe.One voice.Yet every spring, the forest declines.The cedar does not become fern.The river

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Soul of the City

Soul of the City

One of the most compelling descriptions of Christian identity outside the New Testament comes from an anonymous second-century letter known as The Epistle to Diognetus. Written sometime in the second century, the letter seeks to answer a simple question: Who

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“Breathwork”

“Breathwork”

Breathwork by Dwight J. Friesen Before you learned the names of things,before you called anything sacredor ordinary,you were breathing.The first sermonwas not spoken,it entered your lungs.Each inhale:receiving what you did not create.Each exhale:returning what was never yours to keep.The trees

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Gathering with West Coast Anabaptists

Gathering with West Coast Anabaptists

Next week, I’ll have the privilege of joining the Pacific Northwest Mennonite Conference Annual Meeting. As someone formed by the Mennonite tradition—while also finding a home among Lutherans, Episcopalians, emergents, evangelicals, urban practitioners, and ecumenical communities—these gatherings always feel a

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Fun with Colleagues

Fun with Colleagues

Every so often I get to be part of a conversation that doesn’t offer easy answers, but instead opens new questions worth living into. This webinar was one of those gifts. Together with Joel Kiekintveld and psychologist Paul Hoard, we

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The Jesus Way Confession

The Jesus Way Confession

A Confession for Such a Time as This We are living in a moment of rupture. Across our neighborhoods and nations, the fractures are visible—political, racial, ecological, ecclesial. Many who bear the name “Christian” are increasingly entangled with power, exclusion,

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