The Bible camp I went to as a child always had a verse printed in spruce branches across the front of the chapel: “WE WOULD” on the left side of the sanctuary, “SEE JESUS” on the right side. I recall gazing at these letters when the community gathered to worship. As I recall, sometimes one line of a W had fallen off the securing nail or perhaps a playful squirrel had been at work. But the message, perfectly formed or not, still made its mark. Continue reading →

  It was really something. It was quite fascinating, a bit radical (perhaps) and it’s something that I’m  still wondering about. Let me tell you the story. I was invited to preach the Word and preside at communion at the Sunday morning service for a  men’s  retreat at Camp Kinasao. I prepared the sermon, anticipating a fairly unified group of ELCIC  Lutherans  gathering to worship and learn and be together. It did not work out quite as I expected. Let me set the scene. There Continue reading →

The story comes in the context of the narrative of Jesus from the Gospel According to Luke. For one year, Jesus worked in the north country, in Galilee. People ran to him, drifted to him, listened to him, followed him. They heard his stories of the prodigal son, the rich fool, the Good Samaritan. They watched him attending to all sorts of people: the rich, the poor, the broken, the ignored. They followed him, they imitated him—not well—but even so, inch by inch they found Continue reading →

The text for this week has the familiar John 3:16, appearing. It is the text that from time to time shows up even behind home plate–rather oddly. And yet odd as that baseball scene may be, truly the text of God’s love for the world does appear at unexpected moments when we are doing very ordinary things. Driving home from another road trip this week, I happened on the CBC Radio show “As it happens.” One segment was a 6 minute interview with Jean Vanier on receiving the Continue reading →

The Passover of the Jews was near, and Jesus went up to Jerusalem. In the temple he found people selling cattle, sheep, and doves, and the money changers seated at their tables. Making a whip of cords, he drove all of them out of the temple, both the sheep and the cattle (John 2). This is a disturbing image of Jesus in the gospel text for this week. Jesus made a whip of cords and “drove them out of the temple.” In the history of Continue reading →

We approach the season in which faith communities set out to remember something that we human beings usually try very hard to forget. We will gather on Ash Wednesday, kneel at the altar rail and willingly experience the imposition of ashes on our foreheads with these words also imposed: “Remember that thou art dust and to dust you shall return.” Who wants to remember that? We would rather work, play, buy things (buy lots of things) rather than face “that one.” But there we are, Continue reading →

He came and took her by the hand and lifted her up. Then the fever left her, and she began to serve them. Mark 1.31 During a study group on the Four Gospels a few years ago, we asked one question of each other: If the Gospel according to Matthew looks like this; the Gospel according to Luke looks like this; the Gospel according to Mark looks like this and the Gospel according to John looks like this: what does the Gospel look like to Continue reading →

So the lectionary this week give us the beginning of the story of a prophet Jonah this week. It’s a story that often gets lost in heated debates about the possibility of a fish swallowing a man, or on the true history of Assyria. But listen to the story again, listen to what it might mean for people who would be people of faith. Jonah, the prophet, the professional religionist, the person who had dedicated his life to follow the call of God, hears the Continue reading →

One of the most profound narratives about how people find themselves as part of a faith community is painted so beautifully in the Gospel according to John. This gospel that does not begin with Jesus born in a stable in Bethlehem (Lk) does not begin with a visitation by wise-men to Bethlehem the birthplace of King David (Mt); begins rather with mist and fog covering a dark stage and these words coming out of the darkness, “In the beginning was the Word and the Word Continue reading →

I’ll be signing off the blog for a Christmas break. I would leave you imagining anew, a story for the ages. . . In those days a decree went out from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be taxed. The Empire decreed that everyone was to return to the town of their birth to be enrolled. So it was that Joseph and Mary were on the road that Christmas time. Joe drove down the road in Joe’s rusty Ford pickup, “Joe’s Fix-it” hand painted Continue reading →