The gift of praying for others is one each of us can offer to others.  I count the prayers of others among my richest resources. Yesterday, as I began a full day of ministry, a friend texted me a prayer… Continue reading

The political chaos that has engulfed Washington, DC is tragic and unsettling, isn’t it? The uncertainty ripples out across America. My FaceBook™ news feed is filled with people ‘screaming’ at one another, accusing, blaming, calling for ‘justice,’ which usually means… Continue reading

Like millions of Americans I tuned in the news yesterday and watched the chaotic events at the Capitol. A deep sadness swept over me, a realization of just how close anarchy and the terror it brings with it is to… Continue reading

There are hundreds of ‘prayer’ rituals in various cultures and religions.  Some years ago, at the station where I frequently purchased my gasoline, I often heard a CD playing a man’s voice repeating lines over and over.  Though in a… Continue reading

In my youth I was convinced that when I was ‘mature’ (whatever that means) all my questions would disappear, replaced by utter certainties! I’m 65, have lived the Christian life for 5 decades, and still find myself wrestling with many… Continue reading

I sat down at the piano in the church sanctuary yesterday and played for a few moments – worshipfully! In that overflow of praise, my prayers for the day were grounded, my faith strengthened. In these chaotic and difficult days,… Continue reading

Every day you take somewhere around 20,000 breaths, though you don’t think much about it until you cannot! Breathing seems simple but it is actually a complex function that is part of the respiratory system. This system takes in oxygen… Continue reading

I am sitting here at my dining room table this morning, prayerful, thoughtful, looking out my window at a sky that is a reflection of the world: dark, threatening, ominous.  We have bravely faced many storms this year. We have… Continue reading

I’ve had three names.  As a child I was called “Dane.”  Allegedly, my maternal grandmother saw me in the hospital nursery with red hair and fair skin and said, “He looks like a little Dane.”  She was referring to the… Continue reading

Physically it is reality that at age 65 I cannot do what I did 20 years ago. Sometimes pride overcomes good sense and I attempt same kind of work at the same pace. When evening comes my sore shoulders and… Continue reading