Posts filed under: “Who?” Matters.

Who Cares about Truth?

Yesterday my wife read me a quote from a man who was asked why he supported President Donald Trump. The man said, “Because he tells the truth.” That answer is very much at odds with my assessment. I was in...

Wisdom of the Heart

Let me be clear at the beginning. Saying that each life matters is not the same as saying that all lives matter. There is a crucial distinction between the two. I was reminded of this distinction twice this week as...

The Question

On my daily walk with our dog the other morning a question popped into my mind. It was a new question for me; one that I have never heard asked in quite the way I was asking it. Later that...

Listen to the Water

This is my first post in more than a month. I took a break from writing as we have been traveling to visit family for the past month. Before returning home a couple of days ago, my wife and I...

Comprehending the Light

     Forty years ago this Christmas, my wife and I created some home-made Christmas cards.  We dripped some red wax on the cover in the form of a candle, glued on some small sprigs of cedar, and then painted...

Healthy Delight

Last week my wife and I joined a few hundred other citizens in a political demonstration in our town.  We stood along a busy intersection to attract the attention of the endless stream of people driving by.  Some of us...

Thirst for Life

One of the themes of this blog is that the word continues to become flesh and that the point of reading and studying the Bible is to embody its words in our lives.  Here is another take on that theme....

The Stain of Privilege

I was leaving the parking lot of The Home Depot in Seaside and I just missed the light.  So I was the first car he showed his sign to.  He had caught me at a weak moment.  I dug in...

The Irony of Faith

This past week, as I was working on a sermon about the fruits of the spirit (Galatians 5:16-26) I was struck by a contradiction in how we talk about “faith.”  At first I thought about this contradiction as a paradox,...

God’s Poem

I love words.  I love their form and feel, their shape and size, their tone and taste and texture.  I love the way they adapt and transform and move; words adapt to new situations even as they adapt our thinking;...
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