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This is one of a series of posts about a trip I took to walk labyrinths in July 2022. See this post to see why I refer to these labyrinths as my "Emmaus labyrinths." Note: the numbering refers not to how many labyrinths I walked on this trip, but to the total number I've blogged … Continue reading Emmaus Labyrinth #63: Hopewell United Methodist Church, Downingtown, PA
This is one of a series of posts about a trip I took to walk labyrinths in July 2022. See this post to see why I refer to these labyrinths as my "Emmaus labyrinths." Note: the numbering refers not to how many labyrinths I walked on this trip, but to the total number I've blogged … Continue reading Emmaus Labyrinth #52: Morris Medley, Harrisburg, PA
This is an adapted form of the sermon I preached this morning, the Second Sunday in Lent. The gospel text was Luke 13:31-35. I have noticed that a lot of people are more anxious than usual right now. I’ve noticed that in my family, here at church, in the community, and in myself. I think … Continue reading On Modern Anxieties (Sermon)
I just received an invitation to attend the installation of the new bishop of the synod where I serve as a pastor. I feel very uncomfortable about this, and I’m really not sure what I’m going to do. Let me explain. The installation of a synod bishop is normally a huge occasion, a festive affair. … Continue reading Invited or Impostor?
I started this series of blog posts back in January, to share a little bit about the process I'm in right now of getting my book Darkwater published. At the beginning of January, I shared the story of submitting it to various publishers, and how it was eventually picked up by Boyle & Dalton. At … Continue reading Slow Telling of a Story 3: Reeling
This is one in a series of posts about the summers of my life. It has seemed for years that my depression gets worse in the summer, and I'm looking for patterns to discern why that might be. The summer of 2011 was a time when I was looking for something new. I felt stuck, … Continue reading The Summer of 2011
I'm looking back on past summers in my life, exploring a theory that my depression gets seasonally worse in the summer each year. Throughout the summer of 2012, I was in a call process, which is the funny Evangelical Lutheran Church in America way of saying I was interviewing at a new church. Call processes … Continue reading The Summer of 2012
Throughout this month, I'm blogging about my memories of summers past. My mood tends to be at an ebb every summer, and I'm trying to discern if there's any pattern there. Why does this happen each year? What causes it to be different some years? So in my last post, about 2014, I remarked that … Continue reading The Summer of 2013
Throughout the month of August, or so, I'm looking back at summers in my past, to see what my mood was like. I am testing a theory that my depressions are usually bad in the summertime, unless I'm doing some good inner emotional "work." Five years ago was the summer of 2014, and I have … Continue reading The Summer of 2014
During the month of August, I am writing about past summers in my life, an attempt to shine some light on why my depression seems to be worse during the summer each year. I've been heading backwards in this blog series, focusing on an earlier year each post. Now I'm at four years ago, and … Continue reading The Summer of 2015
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