Living VIII: Pentecost

SHocking The eighteenth century was an age of fascination with electricity. Scientists were experimenting with things that created current to try and understand the way electricity worked.  People were playing with things called static generators: a ball of sulfur or glass spun around while rubbing a hand or a woolen cloth on the outer glass.Continue reading “Living VIII: Pentecost”

You’re Gonna Miss Me When I’m Gone – Maybe

Committee meetings unnerve me sometimes. They are unscripted, unpredictable and that is exactly the sort of environment where I am prone to say something that is less than brilliant. But sometimes, these sorts of situations open the door to things we never expect; things like healing, forgiveness, awareness. I went into a meeting this pastContinue reading “You’re Gonna Miss Me When I’m Gone – Maybe”

The Dark Night of the Methodist Soul

We have cried. We have lamented. We have ground our teeth and spat invectives at one another, arguing like children over a tattered toy. We have shown ourselves to be more antichrists than little Christs. And we have placed ourselves on the brink of destroying our current part of a heritage that has existed forContinue reading “The Dark Night of the Methodist Soul”

Living I – Believing

The Deeper Magic On one of the shelves in our study at the house is a tattered, taped up copy of an old children’s book. It is the first in a seven-part series of books that originally belonged to my brother-in-law who gave them to me several years ago. The second through seventh volumes areContinue reading “Living I – Believing”

With All Your Heart – Repentance

When I was in the third grade, my best friend David moved away. We had known each other since before we started school; he lived two yards away, across the street through the Goodman’s backyard. Most of the early part of my childhood was spent hanging out with David at his house, my house, orContinue reading “With All Your Heart – Repentance”

The Ministry V

The Power to Change Many people look back at their days in high school with great fondness, others with great sadness, and others would actually like to remember what happened. For me, it was a mixed bag, some good, some bad, some I can’t quite place even after nearly thirty years. My senior year wasContinue reading “The Ministry V”