(in memory of Susannah Wesley) I am sticky, with peanut butter artwork all over my chair; the table is covered with crumbs and he grins, with his brown milk mustache. Susannah had more children than I have imagined, yet she lived. I do not…
I recently found myself unexpectedly challenged by something I’ve read. It’s from a book by Peter Rollins called How (Not) To Speak of God. First, this (he’s talking here about traditional forms of apologetics and why the emergent church doesn’t embrace them): “…if someone is convinced that there is a place where they will…
At the house where I lived for the first year and a half of my life, there is (or was) a gigantic weeping willow. I know this because my uncle owned the house and we used to go visit him and pick blackberries and raspberries from the bushes in the backyard, and then we used…
Today, sometime between 10:30 and 11:00am, I will have been a Christian for 16 years – pretty much half my life now… (that just floors me.) In some ways it feels like it’s been forever, and in other ways it still feels like yesterday. It was March 2, 1991. Killingworth Congregational Church, in Killlingworth, Connecticut,…
