Category: Sermons

An offering here for the planting and here for the harvest. A sacrifice here for victory and here for recovery. An altar here to Athena, and here to Hephaestus, and here to an unknown god.
Sometimes, all that we can do is put one foot in front of the other, and take the next step, and do the next thing, and hope.
I didn't know a lot of things when I was 10 or 12 or 20. I didn’t know what I wanted to do for a living. I didn’t know if I wanted to have kids or not. I didn’t know about some major life changes. But I did know what gender I was.
We are alive. We are loved and worthy of love. God is not done with us yet. That is the whole reason that we are here.
I am a normal person; one way or another, there is blood on my hands. And we have worked so hard to make that okay.
If we are about anything, we are about standing up, unarmed and unarmored, in front of all of the powers of the world-as-it-is, for the Christ who we meet in every pleading face and outstretched hand.
The truth can feel frightening. It can challenge our sense of our very selves and demand that we change to become the people who we thought we were; the people who God is calling us to be.
I don’t have the energy for every conversation. And I have to pick my battles. And this is a lovely hill, but I’m not going to die on it.
Being a pastor or a teacher or a financial advisor is a little bit about fitting in. Being an anything is a little bit about doing the stuff and a little bit about playing the part.
Lent is about a lot of things. It's a little but about remembering that we were dead, and that Christ pulled us out of the grave. And it's a little bit about remembering that we have shovels.

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