The most common image of Christian ministry in my tradition is the image of the stole. It signifies the weight of responsibility and trust.

One of my favorite stoles with a kissing cross with the floor of our sanctuary in the background. As I put on the stole, I always kiss the cross remembering the weight.

During my ordination service, there was a laying on of hands by the congregation in my home church in Alabama. My family was there. Some of my colleagues led the service. My church family participated, including my Sunday School teachers and Youth Sponsors who loved me into being.

I will never forget the words by my regional minister when he said to “feel this weight.” I seem to recall him pushing down on my shoulders. It…


Our church has been seeking to learn more about the park across from our church. The name of the park is Boulder Crescent Park. Recently, our church adopted the park to care for and nurture it. There is a plaque at the park that is dedicated to two white children who were “killed and scalped by raiders.” At its best, the story is very one-sided. Our church always seeks to hear multiple voices instead of silencing one side of any story. We see this in scripture and in life.

In order to learn more about our neighborhood, we went to…


My Fellow Follower of Jesus-

I get it. I really do. We are in the proclamation and gathering business. We proclaim the Gospel of Jesus Christ. We gather people together as we have for 2,000 years remembering the life, death, and resurrection of Jesus. The church is still one of the few places where a person can go to sing along with others and still hear their voice. The communion table is a place where all of us are welcomed as we remember other tables where we might not be. …


FAIR WARNING: This is raw and emotional, but this is my story.

As some of you know, I completed my first Ironman 70.3 race last Saturday. It has been on my mind as a goal for over half of my life. In fact, when I was 18, my flight going out of Denver had issues. Delta gave me a voucher to buy some food as I waited. I was not hungry, so I used the voucher to buy a hat from one of the vendors. It was an Ironman hat. This hat has survived numerous moves and decluttering efforts because…


I have never been to Christchurch. I am, however, a part of Christ’s church.

As of this writing, we have lost 49 brothers and sisters. There are also 48 others who are wounded. The terrorist was a man who could be described as looking like me, about my age, and speaking my language. Sadly, he wrote a 74 page manifesto and broadcasted the shooting live. Now, Muslims in New Zealand are being told to be on “high alert.” I cannot even fathom this hatred.

I have never been to Christchurch, but I did see Christ’s church today. I saw it…


I used to hear that during many soccer games in my youth. My coach for multiple years, Coach Fagg, would yell it from the sidelines. He said this to help his players know that they could take their time in dribbling down the field or passing the ball to a teammate. I can recall hearing it and thinking “ok, breathe, you’ve got this.”

However, I learned that players eventually catch up to you as you are dribbling the ball. Similarly, as I grew up, I learned that I don’t have all of the time in the world. I have seen…


On a particular day, a group of individuals and families who might not normally gather together do. They join their voices and hearts together. They share stories and life. They break bread and pour a cup while sharing it with anyone else who is hungry and thirsty. This is church — pure and simple.

As a church gathers, they, in a deep way, gather in an empty tomb believing, trying to believe, or maybe just going through the motions because they do not know what else to do.

Church = Gathering in an empty tomb

Sometimes, we gather in an…


Ute Valley Park — a quick 15 minute drive from my house — where I spent part of Holy Saturday

I have been going through the Gospel of John with my faith community — First Christian Church, Colorado Springs. I tend to lean towards the Synoptic Gospels (Matthew, Mark, and Luke), so I anticipated struggling through a very different gospel. In 2016, I began to use the Narrative Lectionary that gives particular texts for each Sunday. This year, it meant going through the Gospel of John. I have always struggled with someone else telling me what text I should get my attention on a particular Sunday. …


Almost each and every summer, I find myself with a bunch youth for a week. We spend our time talking, doing interest groups, hiking, singing, playing sports, learning from amazing peace interns, eating, and not getting enough sleep.

For some, the idea of willingly subjecting oneself to this type of week seems daunting. For most people who are involved with camp, it involves taking a week off or using a vacation week instead of going to the beach or the mountains.

Why on earth would anyone do such a thing?

At the end of last week, I found myself more…


I have been able to visit community of Taize a few times. It is an ecumenical monastic community in France. Three times a day they have wonderful worship services that draw me back Source of our being. One of the things that I most appreciate about the community is that every Friday is Good Friday where we remember that Christ was crucified. Similarly, every Sunday is Resurrection Day!

A couple of Fridays ago I received a letter in the mail stating that the school where I received my Doctorate of Ministry — Claremont School of Theology — will likely have…

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