We hold in our hearts those who aspire to move from age-ing to sage-ing.

There is no such thing as unskilled labor.

Beneath the snow, life is bursting, preparing for the next season.

I offer my "Ouch" with hope and trust.

Can we find space for lifting our heads in wonder—that we’re still striving, still trying together

May we open our hearts to the abundance of creation.

Pleasure is one of the ways we know when we are free.

Worship is relational and even transformational, but it's not informational.

May you feel the freedom to stretch fully into your most true self.

What a peculiar phase of Pandemic Church we are in….although I guess that can be said about every chapter we’ve experienced! This phase may well be called Dipping the Toe.

I never heard the word abortion in church when I was a child.

We must choose each other again and again, though conflict and through plenty.

We are learning to regroup and remember perfection was never the point.

We have to keep finding ways to widen the circle of care and concern.

We gather here, around this flame; seeking, believing, and being, together.

We have a holy obligation to bring about paradise on this earth; each generation helps us do that.

We bless today all the masculinities with us and within us.

Your minister is not, cannot be, your friend.