• March 4, 2015

    I was recently reading the newspaper when I came across a story that pushed my outrage button hard: a public figure, one whose position depends utterly on public trust, was exposed as a hypocrite, an egomaniac and a liar. I composed a snarky tweet in my head, pulled out my iPhone and began to type. But somewhere between the 140th character and “send,” I paused. A humiliating hashtag was already trending. What could my tweet possibly add? But more importantly, how might it harm? I deleted the draft and turned back to reading the newspaper.

  • March 3, 2015

    We are Christians; we are people of hope. We rely on hope to live boldly for God and we rely on hope when hardship comes our way. Many of my fellow Hondurans are desperate for hope. For each of the last five years, Honduras has found itself with either the worst or second-worst homicide rate in the world. And while there is progress being made, it is still a country afflicted with not only poverty, but also extreme levels of violence, drug trafficking and corruption.

  • March 3, 2015

    If you’ve ever been to a circus, you probably didn’t think too much about its spiritual implications. But there’s a very important spiritual value that shows up every time you go to the greatest show on earth and experience the most fundamental piece to the circus… the intermission. It’s here that we start to understand the concept of rest and Sabbath. The Biblical idea of “Sabbath” is simply “no work.”...

  • March 2, 2015

    In my last blog, I was challenged to think of going to church as a conversation with God and asked to think of three things I wanted to say to God the next time I went. And then to listen to not only what God was saying to me, but to the whole church. This was a hard process for me to go through, not only because I had to come up with things I wanted to say to God, but I had to prepare myself for God’s response. One would think that coming up with three things to say to God would be easy...

  • March 2, 2015

    It happens every Sunday: our worship leader, Marja, invites us to confess our sins in a manner so winsome and simple that the eight year old is encouraged to engage wholeheartedly, and a crusty old-timer like me cannot resist either. Both of us have unwittingly allowed her to coach us in one of the many spiritual disciplines that are embedded in worship: corporate confession.

  • February 25, 2015

    I recall the thrill of my boys’ first major league baseball game. Their ears tuned to every sound: "Gatorade! Peanuts!" The crack of the bat... Children’s senses are no less active in the experience of corporate worship. They hear the majesty of the pipe organ. They feel the thump of a kick drum. They are caught in the wave of congregational singing. They become familiar with the rhythm of the pastor’s voice and gather when the sermon is light or sobering...