Too often we leave our faith at Easter. We stand outside the tomb and celebrate God’s incredible act of love which forgives and the moments of grace where Christ is visible before us.

We like ice skating and, until recent years, always made a point of a few outings a year. As we went again after a couple of years had gone by, it honestly tested my patience to regain my confidence while frustrating me that I couldn’t as easily or quickly move the way I remembered.

While many reasons could explain the popularity of Christmas, perhaps the best is the appeal to lose ourselves in mystery…

These months of waning sunlight call us to long thoughts. As we walk the streets in these months, we smell those fires burning around us as the labor of daylight ends early in the early advent of evening. Maybe that’s why there is more time for pondering our place in this vast world.

While the new year begins on January 1 and the lectionary year begins on the first Sunday of Advent, for most the rhythm of the year is set early in life and remains…

As I think of the three months which comprise this issue of the Caller, it brings a flood of memories from Iowa and PA Park Chaplaincy to picnics and pools…

As we celebrate the Resurrection the first Sunday of April. In the weeks that follow we are challenged to explore how far from the morning of resurrection we get before we return to ‘normal.’

I rarely complain about the weather at any given time, finding joy and beauty in nearly all of it. But among all the different weather phenomena, it is neither cold temperatures, nor snow, nor driving rain, nor even hazy hot and humid that rouse me to complaint, but rather…

Sunday, December 4th Sermon Manuscript

Annually after December’s decorations have gone back into storage, the calendar has turned, and even the ambitions of resolutions have started to fade as the church shifts to ‘ordinary time’ …

As the weather begins to breathe its cool breath upon us, convincing the trees to dance with color before shedding their summer clothes for the barren winter display, we all settle into the pace of the fall.

As I was reading in the evening the other night, I was suddenly struck by a great late summer symphony floating through the windows. This familiar annual tune announces the seasonal change about to take place.