Jesus has been getting a lot of press lately, thanks to Mel Gibson’s movie, “The Passion of the Christ.” That is one good thing that has come from this controversial movie. The secular press has woken up to the fact that America is a very
Nature is abuzz with activity in the summer months. Animals and plants flourish in their life-giving activity, while we, oftentimes, flourish in our streaming from one activity to the next. Though summer is filled with life it is the season of “in between” for Christians.
To me, healing comes in the form of restoring connections. Death happens when you become separate from the world of life. I believe that death, like life, is only temporary. To be resurrected, you have to find a way back. You have to find a
I Beginnings Tall, blond, blue-eyed Emmet, a just-hired, fresh-off-the-plane techno-nerd, meets debonair waiter Philip, a wirey mix of Spanish, African-American and Irish ancestors, a human ratdog with a mustache and the panache of Barishnikov. They settle into a three-bedroom apartment in Sunnyvale. At an employee
101 Charlie Smith Drive. It’s a beautiful, sprawling ranch style home nestled among the back-roads of rural southeastern Georgia. Its 3,000 square feet of open space are inviting. Ghostly aromas of cookies, chicken dinners and midnight snacks still haunt the now still, vacant air of
A little more than a year ago I asked “Can I be in harmony being gay and married to a woman?” It was a tough question to answer. In the months that have passed, I told my ex-wife that I am gay. It hurt us
If we are created in his image then why then are we condemned? When I was 18-years-old, I accepted Jesus into my heart and life. God always made me feel loved and accepted by him, even when I decided the “straight life” wasn’t for me,
The letter looked innocent enough, sitting there in my mailbox. A simple white envelope, with the return address of my Episcopal parish stamped in the upper left corner, in incomplete ink. Probably a reminder that they wanted my annual pledge, I thought. Maybe I should
“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen
Note: Numbers in brackets refer to pages in Father Taylor, the Sailor Preacher by Gilbert Haven and Thomas Russell (San Francisco: BB Russell, 1872) When you hear the tone, the year will be 1854, and the place, Boston. In Albany, NY, Elizabeth Cady Stanton (the