I often say that I don’t know how people live without faith—without Jesus, or without hope. And I mean that because hope is central to nearly everything in my life. Society uses the word hope casually and often. I hope this works out. I hope things get better. But do we pause long enough to ask what we really mean? Is that hope, or is it simply wishful thinking dressed up in polite language?
At this time each year, we are invited into a trilogy of seasons: the end of summer; the entrance of fall and the amazingly beautiful season of Advent. It is as if God..
I never played football, but I did play the clarinet. Throughout high school, our Thanksgiving mornings included the “Big Game” with our cross-county rivals, the..
This is the last of the three-part series about retirement.
This is the second of three blogs looking at opportunities for congregations to accompany those who are planning for and in the midst of retirement. The research..
This is the first of three blogs looking at opportunities for congregations to accompany those who are planning for and in the midst of retirement. Much of the research..
Opening Minds through Art is an evidenced, research-based program. It trains and pairs volunteers with residents living with dementia in order to empower the resident to..
Each morning my day begins with dogs and trees. Seven dogs, to precise, and a forest full of trees.
I opened the door to the room which should have been completely dark due to the late hour. Instead, I was struck by bright light coming through the window. I peered..
The term “sea change” is a metaphor. It describes dramatic, even cataclysmic, transformations of policies, practices, or perspective. We saw two sea changes on a Dolphin..
