Words from Washington

It was a day or two before Thanksgiving in my second year of seminary. My father had picked me up at the St. Louis airport, and we were midw...

There is one message I love to proclaim more than any other message. It's a message that can be boiled down into a handful of words. ...

It was a one sentence Facebook status update - a question with no following explanation. But the question has been haunting me since I saw ...

I've reached my mid-life. This knowledge didn't come progressively. Rather, it seems to have taken hold of me in the night. A...

"What does it mean to be a disciple?" I first asked to a group of new people at our church. People waited about 15 seconds before...

One of our newest members shared these words in worship on September 18 and has given me permission to share them with you here. May they c...

Land of Plenty Exodus 16:2-4, 9-15 and Luke 9:10-17             How much is enough?             I wonder when you find yo...

Psalm 146 and Luke 14:1, 7-14 August 28, 2016 Mount Vernon Place UMC             It might surprise some of you to hear what I’m abo...

My summer started with my heart being shocked back into place. I wasn't sick. I wasn't being monitored. But I had placed aside ...

Eleven years ago today I pulled my Jeep into a small parking lot off K Street, rang a doorbell, and was greeted by a chain locked door...