Next month will mark the eighteenth anniversary of my first Sunday at Central Baptist. Looking back over the years I’ve been here I can see how much has changed. I’m not the same person I was back in 2003, and neither is this church. In a lot of ways Central and I have grown together–pushing…
This past weekend I had my first experience with a “natural burial.” It was a transformative experience.
Oscar glanced across the room, where his mother was sitting by herself.
This is the weirdest Holy Week I have ever experienced.
“You need to slow down and let your spirit catch up with your body.” That’s the advice my friend, Peg Horton, used to give me.
G0iving people permission to grieve may be one of the more important things I do in my role as both pastor and chaplain.