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…
Glimpses of a Life Wrecked with Grace
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,…
This week, I’ll step onto a campus for the first time in over twenty years. It should feel like a return, like a marker of…
Ministry, for me, isn’t compliance with tradition. It’s defiance with grace. Not pity. Not anger. But rebellion that makes room for connection, growth, and the…
Most people picture enlightenment like it belongs on a postcard. Serene monk. Still water. Maybe a candle flickering on a cushion in some quiet corner.…