The body of the King of Life hung dead on the cross. Violence, fear, and the Roman Empire had executed the Christ, the hope of Israel, indeed the Hope of the world. His body was shredded, pierced, raw, broken. Death had enveloped the living God. A man stepped forward into Pilate’s court. He was a… Read more

This is a sermon I wrote for the Llama Pack based on Luke 22.28-40 and 22.14-27. Listen to the sermon here: There are always two processions. One is driven by a war horse and a cohort of violence and militaristic strength. This procession thunders down the road, with announcements of security for those who are… Read more

A meditation on Luke 23.39-43. He hung on a cross on Friday of Passover week. The romans had nailed him there after a trial that he knew he was going to lose. He had been put there as an example, a public and vulgar display of power the Roman empire wielded. The message was clear:… Read more

I don’t feel like I have a substantive faith. I’ve been let down by my expectations about God too many times. I know these expectations aren’t God, but they are my concept of God, and as such, dictate what I’m putting my faith in. When one of these flimsy expectations shatters and inevitably lets me… Read more

I grew up as the bully’s target. I got searing put downs for my glasses, for my grades, for my lack of interest in sports. One bully went as far as to make fun of the fact that my mom died when I was two. It was incessant and hurtful. One of the times when… Read more

The office was small and cramped. A desk took up most of the room, but there was a couch. White, if I remember correctly. I was sitting on it, talking to Jerry. As he faced me, we discussed this thing I was doing. Maybe it was a church plant; perhaps it was just an alternative… Read more

The Utah day was sunny, not too warm. I was feeling well and enjoying it. I prayed my rosary as I walked, which I often did in my early twenties. Everything seemed right in the world. As I prayed, “The whole earth is filled with his glory,” my eyes fell on the dead, decomposing bird on the… Read more

I believe in hell. The hell I believe in is empty, though. Hell has been harrowed and sits as nothing more than a mausoleum memorial to the universal salvific power of Christ’s love. It is a shadow, a memory, with no power to terrify or threaten any more. Hell is a no place, a no… Read more

The evangelical church in the United States of America is on fire. This isn’t the fire we prayed for, sang about, and worked towards in youth groups. This isn’t being sold out for Jesus, being all in on faith. This isn’t being on fire for God. No, this is a dumpster fire, a Gahanna, a… Read more

The gatekeepers of this world stand proud, haughty, wielding power to keep their authority absolute. They keep people deemed unworthy, outside, marginalized, and unless you meet their strict criteria, you too become one of the shunned. Filled with ideas of propriety and decorum, the gatekeepers dictate when hoops you must jump through, what rules you… Read more