Silence That Says Too Much

Silence That Says Too Much

Imagine tens of thousands of flag-waving white supremacists gaining government permission to march through predominantly Black areas of Harlem, Detroit, Los Angeles, or Atlanta. As they march in their matching shirts, they shout racist slogans, beat anyone who gets in...
Fly, Little Birds. Fly!

Fly, Little Birds. Fly!

I was a pastor for far too long to have a normal mind. Twenty-six years of coming up with a new sermon each week (two each week for the first seven years) shaped my brain to be constantly on the lookout for illustrations that might engage the congregation and help...
Things Are Different Now

Things Are Different Now

Graduation night for Campbell University Divinity School carried an extra frisson of excitement this year: due to the COVID-19 pandemic, it was our first in-person graduation since 2019. All faculty members play some role in the ceremony, and this year it was my turn...
The Cowbird Dilemma

The Cowbird Dilemma

We left the garage door open for the better part of a day – as one does. Normally that results in a few leaves being blown into the garage, but little more. On that day, the open door left adequate time for a Carolina Wren to build a nest in a box of stuff I use when...
A Place at the Beach

A Place at the Beach

Every preacher should be so lucky as to get in the rotation for guest ministers at a non-denominational beach chapel. Holden Beach Chapel is my happy spot, a beautiful chapel on a barrier island on North Carolina’s southern coast. Once each year, usually in April, I...