Life is shifting in so many ways. Some I understand. Some I don’t. Some are predictable. Some aren’t. Some make sense, and some make absolutely…
Glimpses of a Life Wrecked with Grace
Life is shifting in so many ways. Some I understand. Some I don’t. Some are predictable. Some aren’t. Some make sense, and some make absolutely…
Discernment in the Middle It’s different at the Castle this time. I’m sitting at Wartburg, halfway through, and somehow it feels like I’ve been here…
There are Sundays when I don’t find myself in a sanctuary. Not because I don’t miss it.Not because I don’t long for the table. I…
Today I needed not to be in the sanctuary. Not in the overpriced seats. Not in the beautiful landscape. Not staring at the font. Not…
We gathered today in a chapel of welcome to hear a word of hope. We sang the songs and the words echoed with strength, comfort,…
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…