Some people hear “protest” and picture chaos.Broken windows. Yelling. Division. But that’s not the whole truth. And honestly? It’s not even the main one. Protest—real…
Glimpses of a Life Wrecked with Grace
Some people hear “protest” and picture chaos.Broken windows. Yelling. Division. But that’s not the whole truth. And honestly? It’s not even the main one. Protest—real…
I’m angry and sad and hopeful all at once—and none of those cancel the others out.They stack. They grind. They pray in my throat. People…
Some days I feel deeply called — rooted, grounded, anchored.Other days I want to scrape everything back to the bone and ask God, “Okay, but…
Some days, calling doesn’t feel like purpose.It feels like pressure. Not the kind that breaks you — the kind that builds capacity you didn’t ask…
This Reformation Sunday, I watched my son walk to the front of the sanctuary with ease.He didn’t second-guess his invitation.He didn’t measure himself against the…
Ripples beneath a bridge are never wasted. We love to say it: small actions change the world. It’s almost a mantra, a way of reminding…
The Interruptions Are the Ministry Someone came in carrying the weight of habits and stories that didn’t fit the script. The language was raw, the…
On empathy, sympathy, and discernment — and why shared words don’t always mean shared vision. Note: This will be the last time I address this…
“When scaffolding falls away, what remains is the house being built within.” I’m two weeks into a four-year degree, and already I can see the…
Prolog Week: What I’m Carrying Home I’m still here in Dubuque, where seminary began not in a classroom but in a swirl of chapel bells,…