A Wedding Feast
I was in Maine recently, to do a wedding. It was at the Pemaquid Point lighthouse, near Wiscasset and Damariscotta—my first trip there, which is as far up Down East as I’ve ever been. The reception was held in a fancy lobster shack. As we were called to the table, we brought our wineglasses, and were soon passing around breadbaskets and butter plates.
In March of 1970, there was a total eclipse of the sun, visible in New England.
It was a beautiful Saturday, about noon, when my family went to the top of a hill for a good view. My mother told me that the moon was going to cover up the sun, and it would get dark. I found that hard to believe, and thought she might be wrong about this eclipse thing. Continue reading
I’d like to speak about boundaries.
On one side of the boundary is US and our tribe, those like US. On the other side of the boundary are NOT US, and not our tribe: those who are not like US. We’ve been talking about the boundaries in our Lenten Series: Blessed are the Poor–about the boundary between those who have enough and those who do not. I’d like to talk about another boundary: the boundary between Christians and Jews. Continue reading
The Gospel paints a vivid picture of Hell.
Many of us have different ideas in our minds when we hear the word Hell. When I was a hospital chaplain intern, and on occasion since then, I have heard people say that they knew they were going to Hell—and they were scared. It is an important subject and I want to take this opportunity to talk about what Hell is, and what Hell isn’t. Continue reading
Abram was weary from the battle that had just ended. Local warlords had plundered the area; capturing Abram’s brother’s son and his family.
Abram led some 300 men, rescued the captives and returned safely. Abram was in the tent that was his home, pitched under the oaks of Mamre, in the land of Canaan. That night he had a vision… And the Word of the LORD came to Abram: “Do not be afraid, Abram. I am your shield. Your reward shall be very great.” Continue reading
When it begins to rain, do you lie down on the ground until the storm passes?
Probably not, but Andy Goldsworthy does. He is an artist, and a sculptor who works in the landscape, often with materials he finds where he is: usually leaves, sticks, rocks, and thorns. Continue reading