Sunday Reflections, March 15, 2015

One can almost taste the spring that’s in the air these days. Days are longer. Jackets are being left at home. Snow is melting away. Spring is a glorious invitation to breathe in a new world, uncovered afresh after long months of being suffocated by blankets of cold...

Sunday Reflections, March 8, 2015

When I arrived at the Practice last night, my hands smelled like Pine Sol because I had been cleaning the floors much of the afternoon, trying to get rid of the stains from the salt we’d tracked into the house all winter. The day was bright and the switch to daylight...

Sunday Reflection, February 8, 2015

Last night held so many different layers of experience for me.  Beginning with Job’s heavy, hopeless words seemed like an ominous start, and yet, as we cried out to God, the one who heals the brokenhearted, something began to shift and rise. Having Psalm 34 read over...

Sunday Reflection, January 18, 2015

The kingdom of God.  Basketball.  These are not typically consecutive thoughts in my mind.  Yet today I can’t help but see them as tied together.  Steve Carter’s teaching last night about having eyes to notice the presence and the absence of the kingdom of God planted...

Sunday Reflections, January 11, 2015

I woke up this morning with a sense of deep contentment after our time together last night.  A phrase kept coming to mind, “speak to one another with psalms and hymns.”  I thought I remembered this might be from the Scriptures and so, like I do with just about...