Summer temperatures have arrived here in the Sonoran Desert, and, for the second year in a row, I’ve opted not to have a summer vegetable garden. Last year, the decision was more accidental in nature. I was very busy with work and didn’t plant seeds until a month...
As we continue living into Eastertide, I’ve been imagining what it might have been like to be a disciple during this time. It had to be both exciting and confusing. Various stories traveled swiftly through the community about encountering Jesus in the upper room in...
As I noted last week, my father recently died. I imagine I’m just at the beginning of a trajectory of grief and loss. This has been complicated by a handful of family members, including Henry and I, subsequently coming down with COVID-19. As I pondered what to write...
Regular readers may recall that two weeks ago I mentioned a family member who had just been diagnosed with lymphoma cancer. That person was my father, and he died last Tuesday. In this post, I want to share one aspect about what made him special and how I am...
It’s Holy Week. In the Christian calendar, Holy Week is the liminal space between Jesus’ triumphal entry into Jerusalem on Palm Sunday and his resurrection on Easter morning. It used to be that if we didn’t go to church during Holy Week, we’d jump over the hard stuff...