You hear a lot when you study to be a minister. How to think critically. How to think of others and their needs. How to remember your own needs, too. You learn practical things. You learn thoroughly impractical things, too. Of course learning to be … read more.
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
That’s one heck of a mysterious thing to say. Robert Frost, that wily Northeasterner, had a knack for not caring to explain his poetry to people. … read more.
In a quiet town not too far from here, the minister sat typing at his desk. It had been a busy week, and this late hour on Saturday night, alone in his study was the first moment he could find to finish his sermon for … read more.
Well, church. I have a bit of a confession—something I need to unburden myself of. Being in a place for a while now with views of such beautiful mountains, all these peaks people hope to climb and summit, and all of these beautiful trails through … read more.
There’s a way,
There’s a road,
That will lead me home.
There’s a voice,
I can hear,
That will lead me home.
Rise up
Follow me
I will lead you home.
These words from our anthem today remind us that home, being home, arriving home, leaving home—all of … read more.
I invite you to come with me on a journey.
We are together in the dessert. The shifting sands and dry winds find every piece of earth, every piece of our exposed skin. We can feel the sting of the whipping sand in our eyes. The … read more.
