Adoramus Te, Domine

Something amazing is happening at Holy Trinity. A random, ragtag bunch of kids from the neighborhood – our summer camp and preschool – have become a little worshipping community.

The Trimesters of Life – Part 3: Wisdom

Surviving the trials and tribulations of the second trimester, we blow out the sixty candles on our birthday cake, endure the endless “old guy” jokes, dodge the AARP solicitations, and enter the third trimester of life – the season of wisdom. Sixty is the biblical age of wisdom, the...

The Trimesters of Life – Part 1: Knowledge

I’m beginning to think of life in terms of trimesters.  The biblical age for a full and complete life is seventy years, says the psalmist, eighty if we have the strength (Psalm 90:10). Thanks to modern medicine, ninety isn’t an unreasonable expectation, barring a heart attack, stroke, cancer, or...

Stewardship of Symbol

I already knew the outcome, thanks to a passing glance at Facebook, but I watched the women’s World Cup final on DVR delay from beginning to end anyway. It was a great game, well played and exciting. Soccer is not my first choice for sports, but I’ve grown to...

Anger

The driver of the car in front of me was attempting an impossible – and quite illegal – left turn. In the opposite lane, another driver was attempting an equally impossible- and just as illegal – U-turn. Gridlock ensued. I sat and watched the melodrama unfold in front of...

Boredom

The little guy came into the sacristy with a question. “Pastor,” he said looking up at me as I adjusted my stole, “Does church have to be boring?” “Yes,” I replied with a smile. “That’s because church isn’t Disneyland and Jesus isn’t Mickey Mouse.” He nodded politely with a...

Thirsty for God

“As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, O God” (Psalm 42) It was supposed to be just a short hike on a warm, sunny day. I left the ubiquitous water bottle in the car and was soon sorry for that decision. The...

For Mom – On Her 90th Birthday

Psalm 90 says: The years of our life are seventy, or even by reason of strength eighty; yet their span is but toil and trouble; they are soon gone, and we fly away. The psalm is attributed to Moses, who lived to be a hundred and twenty. Who knows,...

A Requiem With Reservations

Reflections on the Death of Anthony Bourdain My heroes tend to be deeply flawed, suffering from addictions, adulteries, or self-destructive appetites, never seeming to live up to expectations much less keep a family together or hold down a steady job. They come scratched and dented, like an old pick-up...