Sunday’s start of Advent
A Reformation “Only” – something more important than Love?
The concluding piece of this Fall’s “Siddhartha, Jesus, and Me”
Siddhartha finds a mOMent in failure. The tragic becomes comic in the long run. And an in depth look at the most important chapter in the Bible.
along the Way Siddhartha, Jesus & Disciples, and we – all get mOMents when we see the way things really are…and this really helps!
On the Heroine’s journey there comes a time to acknowledge the first great truth:
Life is difficult.
Siddhartha and Jesus individuating and causing grief. Starting their journeys.
How about you?
my own daughter Elizabeth arranged this for a CSU a Capella group. It’s corny to brag, but I can hardly stand it – it’s so good.
For me, the start of #BigTent2017 was some of the most powerful of all…
some of the seminars, Bible Study, and conversations that shaped the event for me…
Part 4 – A Friday evening of a glorious few days in St. Louis. A field trip to First Presbyterian of Ferguson, MO – Michael Brown’s hometown
The national gathering of Presbyterians in St Louis
I was getting ready to attend: (1/5)
That’s a long title for some fun romping around on a 50th Anniversary
SIDE A: The concept, and what the Trinity has to do with it:
SIDE B: The personalities, and what we might have to do with it:
SIDE C: finishing up with the The Best Song From the Most Influential Album of All Time by the Best Band of All time:
Some surprising late May hiking
finding our Way and “erring”
The real reason for wandering…
At 100 days I am finally (!) developing some compassion for our beleaguered President. It has taken me a while. Trump has been caught off guard by the complexity of NAFTA, Healthcare, international relations… and now this week he has confessed the job is far more difficult than he thought it would be. I get it. That can happen to Presbyterian pastors too.
Millions of us knew he was not prepared to be President, and he has shown it in dozens of appalling and reckless ways. Our least equipped of Presidents is in way over his head. And it is seeing his flailing and failing in so many areas that has triggered in me, pretty late I suppose, some compassion in addition to my ongoing anger and judgment.
I don’t like Donald Trump at all. But something has begun to warm a little down deep inside. Continue reading
From summer projects to winter warming, with many throws in between.