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've been writing these occasional essays for a little over a year. In them, I'm sharing the story of turning my manuscript into a book. It's been a long process, and every time I think it's gotten as long as it could, another thing comes up to slow it down again. Read Slow Telling 1, … Continue reading The Slow Telling of a Story 6: Downtime
Sometimes I find out just how angry people are. Sometimes I make the mistake of reading the comments. Facebook posts these days are so frequently about wearing masks, or about churches being open, or about opening businesses, or about keeping them closed. Even reading just those posts can sometimes remind me of the anger, but … Continue reading Sometimes Despair
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
Today is the second day of a road trip I'm taking to western New York. I spent most of the day yesterday driving through the rain, and thinking about what I would be doing the rest of this trip. My goal is to find, and walk, labyrinths. By the end of yesterday, I knew that … Continue reading Timing is Everything: A Morning of Labyrinths
When I was a freshman in college, I lived in the "freshman dorm." Some of you might remember such things. A whole pile of 18- and 19-year-olds, just out of their nests, filled with hormones and alcohol. I remember standing outside on several frigid nights, waiting for the fire alarm to be reset after someone … Continue reading Who Says Everything is Meaningless?
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