My father’s butcher shop: Lessons learned and unlearned
Working in the shop gave bone and muscle to my pastoral identity. But it also taught me to anesthetize anxiety with long hours, to work out of fear of failing.
Unplanned ministry: Being Jackson’s pastor
It is a huge irony that I ended up as pastor to so many recovering alcoholics. But recovering is the key word here.
Transparent lives
The slow but urgent work of contemplation
Missing ingredient: Why spirituality needs Jesus
The seething energies of spirituality are evident everywhere. That is good....