Words from Washington

It's Saturday night, just before 9:00pm. I suppose many of you are sliding into a cute pair of heels and applying a bit of lip gloss...

I was running on the treadmill this morning when my gym friend, John, starting using the machine next to mine. "I have not seen you ...

Growing up, my sister and I loathed Memorial Day weekend more than any of the remaining 51 weekends of the year. It almost always occur...

I'm spending the week at a worship retreat on the edge of Lake Tahoe. It's an extraordinary place where you can find your bre...

I started mapping my life at the age of 11. Surrounded by a community of people who regularly took time to name my gifts, I knew I had ...

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 ...