Words from Washington

One of the deep gifts offered on Easter morning was a testimony shared by a woman who also joined our church on Sunday. I have known Jul...

There were times when I would literally sit and count the number of people in the photos friends were posting of their church on East...

I was getting ready to leave the church today when I crossed over the glass bridge that connects the office suite with the sanctuary. I...

I'm normally one of the first people to arrive at the abbey. I want to get here when there are still spaces available for spiritual...

Three weeks. It was three weeks ago this morning when I settled into my favorite chair with a cup of hot coffee on the table next to me...

I started the day with our Tuesday morning Hope 4 All Group. It's a group that began a year ago in response to our church leadership ...

I don’t do well with snow storms. I’m not good with things that have the potential to disrupt my best-laid plans, let alone force me to...

                        “Dear Max,             Your mother and I don’t yet have the words to describe the hope you give us for the ...

I was recently reintroduced to this box at the gym. It's not too intimidating of a picture, but seeing the real thing can cause m...

My father recently delivered a half a dozen plastic bins that have been sitting in my mother's basement for 20 years. She has a...

I reached my tipping point. It happens every year about this time as the fall craziness ushers in forms to be completed for Charge Confe...

Washington has been rocked this week. Traffic patterns were redefined. Barriers were constructed. So many people teleworked that Metro...

Our city is filled with a sense of expectation and excitement that I have not experienced in a long time. Some of us are glued to our tele...