Tap Tap (Sermon)

This is an adapted form of the sermon I preached this morning, the Third Sunday after Epiphany. The gospel text was Matthew 4:12-23. I'll have to explain how some of the sermon worked. I started by walking through the congregation, tapping five people on the shoulder, and telling each of them, "Follow me." I led … Continue reading Tap Tap (Sermon)


Who remembers 10-10-220? Or maybe 10-10-321? Or 10-10-987? Anybody who watched television in the late 90's should have at least a vague memory of that. It was a way of making discounted long-distance calls from a carrier other than the one you had a contract with. Huh? Long-distance call? It's amazing, absolutely amazing, how phones … Continue reading Ten

Snapshots of My Depression #15: The Belly of the Whale

This is one in a series of posts I’m calling “Snapshots of my Depression.” These are memories of times in my life when my mental illness manifested itself in one way or another. This is the story of how I experienced the call to become a pastor. I've told this story in various ways over … Continue reading Snapshots of My Depression #15: The Belly of the Whale

Never Enough Left (poem, 2008)

I found some old poems I wrote in 2008. This was about a year after I was ordained a pastor, and I was having some second thoughts about my calling. Was I really cut out for this? My wife and I were also at this time expecting our first child, and I was anxious about … Continue reading Never Enough Left (poem, 2008)

Labyrinth of the Week #4: Trinity Episcopal Church, Mt. Pocono

I enjoy walking labyrinths. Labyrinths are maze-like structures that have been used as spiritual tools for centuries. There are many of them around, and I have started the habit of trying to visit them, perhaps once a week. For more information on labyrinths, check out The Labyrinth Society.  I had some time between appointments in … Continue reading Labyrinth of the Week #4: Trinity Episcopal Church, Mt. Pocono

A Conversation with “The Voice”

I was scrounging around in my computer's archives today, and I found this. It's a document I typed up at a coffee house, one afternoon about ten years ago. I had had a bad day. It seems I had done something wrong at St. Stephen's, where I was then working. I had made some sort of mistake, … Continue reading A Conversation with “The Voice”