Garage Floor Grace
I like to see how things work. When I was a child, my wondering about the workings of the universe, or as I knew it, my dad’s garage, was a
Continue readingI like to see how things work. When I was a child, my wondering about the workings of the universe, or as I knew it, my dad’s garage, was a
Continue readingSunday afternoon Julie and I were driving through San Dimas and saw a church sign with the intriguing phrase: “Can Women Preach?”. My usual sarcastic response was No! but Julie
Continue readingPentecost is upon us. The event is like a fairy-tale to me: the physical manifestation of the Holy Spirit in tongues of fire, the disciples doing things they had never
Continue readingTime flies; I feel it more than ever as I have gotten older. When I was a kid, days, weeks and months seemed to last forever. The school year was
Continue readingExperiences in other worship settings and even secular locations prompt me to wonder how communities create and hold sacred space, and transitional spaces. This is the organizing principle of sabbatical
Continue reading