With incredible ease I can transport myself back to that beautiful fall, Halloween day 10 years ago. I remember posing in front of the church marquee emblazoned with my name holding my then 6-month old nephew. I remember hastily sending friends back to the grocery...
This is part of my Listening in Lent series in which I reflect on my experience of practicing listening during this holy season. Six months ago, I crammed my Subaru Forrester with things (I consider) essential — clothes, shoes, yoga mat, spices, kitchen knives,...
The horrific and heroic images at the bomb site on Boylston Street near the finish line at the Boston Marathon will be seared in our collective consciousness for decades to come. Just like the images of the World Trade Center attack on 9/11, school shootings at...
I’m not the kind of person you’d ever catch wearing golf shorts and gloves, pulling out my nine-iron to tee off on the 7th hole. My fast-moving, often scattered brain can’t imagine spending a Saturday afternoon this way; much less why anyone would sit at home and...
One Sunday long, long ago, in a town far, far away, I stepped into the pulpit of my home church as a young, starry-eyed seminarian. Even in my youthful naiveté, I realized I would probably cause a bit of a stir that Sunday morning. You see, I had just seen the Michael...