Every Monday

It happens every Monday morning. Every Monday is a restart of our pilgrimage. Every Monday we say, “I want this week to be different. I want to be more committed, more caring, more thoughtful, more loving, more focused, more significant, more successful.” And then we open our eyes. And shuffle to the mirror. And the words […]

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Psalm 27

The reading over at 7×7 today is Psalm 27. It’s a poem written by David. I started to think about the difference between reading story, which is what we’ve been doing in the Gospel of Mark and reading poetry. Poetry reads slower. It reads deeper. You can’t, with integrity, skim a poem the way you […]

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Peace for Thursday.

On Thursdays we don’t need big challenging thoughts. We need quiet reminders. We need to remember what we believed on Sunday, what we promised on Monday, what we lost track of on Tuesday. We need to sit for a moment, just a moment, and shake off the chaos that was Wednesday and rest. We can’t […]

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fret not. do good.

I was a tuba player. For seven years of my life. For two years in college I was the fourth chair out of four. The low expectations suited me (pun intended). Every year during spring break, we went on tour, visiting churches and schools and sunshine. We got to know people on the long bus […]

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