I feel the urge to write a funeral service for my loved ones to use when I die. I want it to be a service that will speak in a simple, joyful language about what it meant to me to be in relationship with God.
By the time I had signed for my check and walked off, I made a decision to lie about something. I decided that if asked what I do, I would lie and say that I was “a nonessential government employee.” This, I reasoned, would have the double benefit of bringing both awareness of a much larger issue and and keeping me from hearing an hour-long confession I was not prepared to hear.
Some insist we are a “Christian” nation but how can we be if we ignore the very people Jesus spoke about the most – the poor, the ill, the widows and orphans? How can we claim it if we enable the rich to get richer while the poor only get poorer? Whether we are Christian, a member of some other religion or no religion at all, we all bear a share of the blame.
by Kathy Staudt In the upstairs choir room at our church, on the bulletin board, there is a set of crayon drawings by Sunday school
by Donald Schell My wife Ellen and I just returned from a week at the piscopal Camp and Conference Centers around the country) does what
One of the best/worst labels in the world is that of “Christian.” Who is good and who is not depends on a person’s personal theology, religious and political affiliations and sometimes even social status.
Both lightning and lightning bugs have their own place in nature’s order, the brilliant flash or the gentle glow. The right words can be either one or anything in between the two – at the right time. Determining when is that right time and what that right word is becomes a daily challenge.
by Donald Schell After forty years of asking people to try and reflect on new ways of practicing church, I’m still loving helping our gathered
by Donald Schell Quite early this morning I boarded the train at Stonehaven (near Aberdeen) crossing Scotland East to West to Glasgow. In Glasgow I’ll
by Maria L. Evans In the wee hours of May 3, at a time of year we’re enjoying the luscious green of the grass, the