I hate death. Let me try to clarify that a bit. I abhor, loathe, detest, despise death. I hate that death separates us from people we love. I despise the fact that death creates a chasm which we have no ability to bridge. I loathe...
Pastor Michelle is away this week due to a death in her family, and her blog will resume once she returns. Until then, we ask that you keep Michelle and her family close in prayer during this difficult time. We are so grateful for the...
Theology (thee-ol’-uh-jee): Greek, theologia, from theos, “God,” and logos, “speech”; thus, theology is “speech or language about God.” Did you know that there are just slightly less than a bazillion categories of theology? For example, cataphatic theology, liberation theology, pastoral theology, doctrinal theology, natural theology, feminist...
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“I believe in God, the Father almighty, Maker of heaven and earth.” This is the opening line of the Apostles’ Creed, that ancient confession of the Church that expresses what it means to be a Christian. For centuries, the existence of God was assumed to be...
January 12, 2017 This coming Sunday I am starting a new sermon series on the Apostles’ Creed. Rather, the sermon series is really about belief—the nature of belief, what we believe and why, and most importantly, what difference our beliefs make in...
While I am away, two final poems as the Christmas season ends and the New Year begins. The Master by Jane Tyson Clement He who has come to men dwells where we cannot tell nor sight reveal him, until the hour has struck when the small heart does break with hunger for...
Once every few years Christmas Day falls on a Sunday. At Calvary that means that last weekend we were in church Saturday night for the traditional Christmas Eve service and again the following day for the Christmas Day service. In the interest of families having...
When I was a kid, I always felt deflated the day after Christmas, like a balloon that had just had all the air let out of it. Gone were the magic and anticipation. There were no more special cookies to bake or parties to attend. ...
One of the things I love about December is that it is an extravaganza for the senses. As soon as I walk in my front door the delicious scent of a Frasier Fir tree greets me. My nose leads me past the tree to the...