“He couldn’t have been more surprised if the Little Lord Baby Jesus had walked through the door in his swaddling clothes. And lucky me, the only empty folding chair in the circle of fifth graders sat right next to him. He tried to put his Bible there, but the Sunday School teacher pried it from his […]Read more "Is This Seat Taken?"
I taught Romans 9 this week in Sunday School. A last-minute sub situation, so Saturday night I was reading through Romans. Just the text. All of my commentary aids were at the church. But I am well versed in the passage. It is the stalwart passage for Calvinism – a theology that believes God has […]Read more "Letting go of Yesterday’s Vision"
While reading a book I was struck by a GK Chesterton quote1. This may not be a good sign for the first book, but it spurred me to read CK Chesterton’s Everlasting Man (phenomenal… and weird). The quote – connecting dusk in the Garden of Eden with dawn on Easter – also pushed me to the […]Read more "footfalls"
As I shared on Easter, in the middle of dying eggs, Ivy dropped one. Which happens, but the shell didn’t just crack. Liquid started to seep. Startled, she asked, “what is happening?”, as the egg fully cracked in her hands. Of course, we confused our fresh and hard-boiled eggs. Meg was frustrated, but the rest […]Read more "Breaking Eggs"
Spring is finally arriving – in more ways than one. The past six months at Chandler have been difficult. Multiple couples left our church. While I suspect there are many reasons, theological was the reason most often given. For me, the church started to feel dark and cold, as I bounced from one struggle to […]Read more "101"
On Saturday afternoon I found the boy scouts were using our parking lot for ice hockey, and church on Sunday was going to be difficult. What is good for hockey is bad for hips. So here is a quick thought from today’s message, I hope it helps spur your worship from home. Occasionally my aunt, […]Read more
“I want to be like Aunt Audrey when I grow up, only taller.” — Phoebe Over the weekend we entered into an intense Uno game. Darcy loves to win, so when I was first empty my hand she broke into shouts and tears (third game and she had no wins). She threw her cards into […]Read more "Phoebe Land"