Reflections
“...And Receive Joyfully”
The buzzer sounded. The Knicks were NBA champions. After blowing yet another considerable lead, the Spurs (and their fans) had finally been put out of their misery.
Sunset Ridge had hosted watch parties at Charis Park throughout the Finals, but now our neighbors were packing up and heading home. No honks or fanfare tonight.
I surveyed the equipment that needed to be broken down and stored. And then there was that enormous ladder I had no idea how to get back into the chapel by myself.
Methuselah’s Date
“Poor Methuselah will never have a date,” I told my biology class. I received the appropriate eye rolls for my corny joke. That was back in 2011, and at the time, I wasn't lying. As far as anyone knew, Methuselah was the only Judean date palm on the planet, and he had sprouted quite an interesting story all on his own.
Holy Ground
I was struck this past Sunday when Scott said in his sermon that our church is built on holy ground. Not simply because a church building can be a sacred space, but because long before our congregation was here, this prairie land had been blessed as holy ground by the Oblate Fathers who once owned it.
The Slippery Slope of What Is True vs. What Is Real
One of the peculiar problems of living in a postmodern age is that we are surrounded by more information than any generation in history, yet we sometimes seem less certain about what is real and what is true.
For Goodness Shakes
Remember those adorable little green aliens in Toy Story, the ones waiting around for “The Claw” to choose the next one to receive freedom? Well, I have a conspiracy theory.
For the Halibut
I am a halibut. I have known this for quite some time, and I’ve made my peace with it.