Dog walking

Ben, our grandson, walks things. He walks a sled, pulling it behind him down the sidewalk. He pulls a wagon, one that his grandfather had. He pushes a tiny mower. He walks alongside the real mower (with the battery out).  Often, he helps us, convinced that his activity helps. Sometimes it does, even if I […]

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Don’t Blame Me

Rich Dixon is talking about help. +++ Climbing fences wasn’t meant as a tradition. Perhaps you remember when I accidentally sent our first team fence-climbing in a snake-infested field. On our second tour in 2014, the locked gate in a random spot across a perfectly good bike trail wasn’t my fault. + + + I […]

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a caring boss.

So. Here’s the thing. When I wrote yesterday, I took a phrase from a sentence. “Heartily, as to the Lord.” A friend pointed out how many people, particularly in ministry, are exhausted, are disheartened. I understand. With fifteen years on a church staff, and a bunch of other time as a volunteer in churches, the […]

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What do I do?

The scenario was familiar. A person who just graduated from college wanted to talk. They were wondering what to do next. And wanting to know what God wants. Not wanting to choose wrong, not wanting to miss some sign, concerned that there hasn’t been a vision on the Damascus Road, or a calling in the […]

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A prayer for the twenty-first Sunday in ordinary time

God. I have asked you this week for an awareness of your presence and your peace and your courage. And sometimes, for healing. In the presence of terrified people and sad people, I’ve asked. And today we together ask again. +++ But we want to ask with right hearts and minds. And I confess, we […]

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