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Lessons
We’re in church to worship. And after the big opening, we slow it down, like the second track on an album; it’s time to have a seat, relax, and listen. Not all groups do worship the same way, but we nearly always read scripture. Arguably, it is the one constant. Even without music or prayer…
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Church
When I speak about “church” I speak about all the faithful Christians in the world trapped in the mind-numbing semantics of their denominational pigsties AND those constellations of congregations who refuse to be part of anything bigger or play denominational politics or play nicely with others AND those free agents running around all by themselves…
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Music
I was raised on Peter, Paul, and Mary and Pete Seeger. We listened to show tunes and the Beatles. Total Boomer parents. A flower child’s child. And the culture outside our house was the last hurrah of Top-40 radio: the era when everybody really did hear the same songs on the radio. Before the whole…
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How to start deconstructing church
I want to help make the church better. Seriously better. Like the kind of thing where everybody feels like there is a place for them. Where everybody is connected and a full participant. I also want to help make church even more like GOD wants it to be and less like we’ve come to expect it to…
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The purpose of a priest
We often get this confused. The purpose of a priest is not to be Jesus for you. Or play Jesus in the front of the room or to imitate Jesus so that you can be healed. The purpose of a priest is to share the love of Jesus and teach you how to share the love…
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Christianity is more than identity
More than identity Reports surfaced a few days ago about a church in Germany which has baptized hundreds of refugees in the last two years. It was first brought to my attention by Zack Hunt, whose insightful piece “Why The Report Of Muslim Refugee Conversions In Germany Breaks My Heart” is, itself, heartbreaking. I know…
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The parable of the deceitful contractors
A family was huddled in their house. The power had gone out briefly. They hadn’t packed provisions. Unsure of what was really going on outside. Then, a knock at the door. On the porch, a group of men and women, water dripping from umbrellas begin to speak. “I know it is nasty outside, but we…
