Last night was cold.  It will be cold again tonight.  Our church basement is warm.   Last night about 20 unhoused folks gathered in our church basement.  They ate donated Donatos pizza before spreading out bedrolls on the floors of Rooms 1 and 2.  Several others parked their cars in our…

On Sunday I made an off-the-cuff joke about how I was sorry I had written my sermon before seeing the new Wicked movie because it meant I didn’t have time to make the movie the entire focus of the sermon as I leaned into my latest obsession. But I suppose…

The first chapter of Luke’s gospel is full of visitations.  There’s the angel Gabriel’s visit to Zechariah in the temple, promising a birth to him and Elizabeth in their old age.  Gabriel visits Mary with words almost too terrifying and wonderful to bear, but bear them she does.  Mary visits…

by Bethany Davey I’m mourning the death of a tree. Two weeks ago, one of our neighborhood trees unexpectedly fell victim to an impending gas line project. Though we had received numerous notices about the project—always slated for the ambiguous future—we had not been informed that trees would be removed….

The High School Sunday School class that I lead has been working through a series on Faith and Politics in the lead-up to and, now, fallout from the recent election. A few weeks ago, the class session was focused on exploring the differences and tensions between the “Kin(g)dom of God”…