When Sunday Demands More Than A Smile

When Sunday Demands More Than A Smile

I am not so daft as to be unaware of how people think of me. I understand my unconventionalness draws attention. The latest example came while sitting with a couple of long-time church members. Somewhere around the one-hour mark, a set of eyes set upon me, looked me...
Good News by the Dozen

Good News by the Dozen

The first round of eggs goes in the hands of a man who helped me move the chicken coop into place. Up a hill.  Smashing into low-hanging branches. Betwixt raised garden beds. A pilgrimage I hope to never make again. For his trouble, he received 12 boxes without...
Pews, Punk, and Preaching: Lessons from a Gothy Pulpit

Pews, Punk, and Preaching: Lessons from a Gothy Pulpit

There are a few truths for a minister in congregational life: A bedside visitation will do more for you than a three-point sermon. If you encounter the demonic, it will likely come from a copy machine or a choir member. A casserole dish is more useful than a stole....
Why I Still Believe People Can Change

Why I Still Believe People Can Change

I choose to believe in certain things. Like how the color of my socks impacts a college basketball game. Or how Duke’s mayonnaise is the only acceptable condiment for a proper tomato sandwich. I’m prone to believe my hair looks better on the second day...