This is the third chapter of a novella I’ve written. It will be published here one chapter at a time, roughly twice a week. Trigger warning: this story is very dark, and may be triggering for those with suicidal ideation. It’s also not the kind of thing you’d expect your pastor to write. So, fair … Continue reading “The Lepers in Your Head” / Chapter Three: The Voice
This is the fourth part of a series about a trip I took to western New York, something of a pilgrimage, to find and walk labyrinths. If you missed them, click here for Part One, Part Two, and Part Three. I woke up bright and early Saturday in my hotel room in Rochester, grabbed some … Continue reading Listening for Voices: Another Morning of Labyrinths
This is an adapted form of the sermon I preached this morning, the Fourth Sunday of Easter. The gospel text was John 10:11-18. Blah, blah, blah. Today’s gospel mentions a voice, the voice of the Good Shepherd. The sheep hear his voice, and they follow him. There is only one Good Shepherd. His voice is … Continue reading Blah, Blah, Blah
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
This has been a weird weekend. I did not go to church this morning, which for me is not normal. Now, for the past five weeks I of course haven't been to my own church, but I always go to church, even when I'm on vacation or medical leave. But today, because of various reasons … Continue reading Nerd Nite or Church
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”
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. I wish I could remember the details. I really don't. All I know is that I was miserable. It was awards night … Continue reading Snapshots of My Depression #3: Awards Night
I had such a good run those first few weeks. I started this blog as a way to get my thoughts out, a way to reach out beyond the boundaries of myself, a way to fight the voice inside me that so often tells me to hide, tells me that I'd be safer if I … Continue reading Where Have I Been?