Content “like a weaned child…”

As a sequel to Sunday’s sermon, Enough, and  our last post on Contentment, I share this reflection from Psalm 131. It is a beautiful picture of our satisfaction being rooted more and more in Christ. O LORD, my heart is not proud, nor my eyes haughty; nor do I involve myself in great matters, or in things […]

Is Jesus ‘Enough?’ – Listen to Bach

Princeton mathematician, Bernard Chazelle runs out of superlatives for J.S. Bach. He calls Bach the most human of all composers who “gets to your soul through your body.” Here is a gem of an article with embedded excerpts of music that will make you an instant Bach fan. (You can also listen to a fascinating On Being interview by Krista Tippett.) Speaking of […]

Lessons from a Modern Disciple

On three consecutive Saturdays, the Christ Church community celebrated and mourned at the death of beloved fellow-believers. Just prior to these weeks, author and fellow disciple, Dallas Willard died of cancer. Willard was known for his wonderful work of deepening the Christian Church’s understanding of Spiritual Formation and Discipleship. In light of our fall series, […]

Poetry Monday – Humility and hope in a broken world

I try to always read some poetry on my day off – my Sabbath Monday. This poem by Anne Porter struck me in a unique way. It reminds me of my part in the brokenness inflicted by sin. My “blind complicity” as she says in the third stanza. How I dismiss people in their wounded […]

Jesus pulled me up by the wrist

Holy Week and Easter Sunday were glorious times for our church. In the sermon Sunday, (available here) I used, as I have for many years, the icon of the Resurrection, originating in the Eastern Orthodox Church. Christ has smashed the gates of Hades (or death) and fashioned them as a bridge over the pit of […]

Poetry Monday – “Life”

On this New Year’s Eve, I’m doing some life review and some humble planning ahead. Pastor, poet George Herbert (1593-1633) wrote a short poem called Life, reminding himself of its unpredictable span and of its hopefully lasting significance. Life I made a posy, while the day ran by: “Here will I smell my remnant out, and tie […]