Any other year I can remember, this Sunday after Thanksgiving, after what has come to be called Black Friday, I would have delivered, in some form and at some length, a scold about how much we collectively have come to miss the point of Christmas.
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Selecting wandering as the topic of the first message I deliver to my home congregation after a summer’s break in sermon writing proved to be, […]
My small North Georgia congregation held a vigil the Sunday before the beginning of the war, before the first of now 2,000 American military personnel […]
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Common preaching school wisdom is that we should avoid doing Mother’s Day sermons, even services, at all costs. While for many it is rightly a […]
Forty years ago this month, four working class boys from England landed in this country and appeared on the Ed Sullivan show. And the country […]
I will admit from the outset that I am not, and probably never will be, a huge devotee of Harry Potter. I read the first […]
My mother’s best friend in the suburban edge of Bethesda, Maryland, where I spent part of my childhood, was Pearl.
My husband is a health care reporter, and he learned from a nurse contact of his in a Cleveland hospital that the call center staff […]
(Delivered at First Existential Congregation, Atlanta, Georgia.) This past week was a bad one for at least one anti-Semite and not a good one to […]
I know there are scarier kids’ movies now than Wizard of Oz. In fact, I bet some of you don’t consider it frightening at all. […]
Oxford, Mississippi This past week when I visited our local library, I not only brought in two very overdue books but also a can of […]
Fred Rogers wanted to use what he called a fabulous instrument, that small television screen, to share what has been described as his “deep and simple faith in a beautiful, noble, sacred life with kindness as its foundation.” Not just to grab their attention, but to teach children, and through them, all of us, how to be human.
Yes, I have worked and am still working, under the presumption that it has significant meaning and purpose. But salvation through work? Beyond the money earned literally saving us from hunger and homelessness, what did it mean to our own religious forebears? And how does it continue to inform and shape us now?