When I was in first grade, I was invited to go fishing with my friend Michelle and her parents. As a city kid growing up in a neighborhood of mostly asphalt and concrete, I was thrilled when my mom said yes and we made our way an hour and a half south to their favorite […]Read more "A Fish of a Different Color"
On a scale of 1 to 10, how grateful do you feel right now? Chances are, if everything has gone right so far this morning—you woke up at the right time, the coffee machine worked the way it was supposed to, and you’re reasonably comfortable sitting there in the pew—you may feel a kind of […]Read more "Gratitude and Grace"
*** We are holding all those affected by the latest act of heartbreaking violence and those who are in the path of Hurricane Dorian in God’s loving, healing, protecting light. 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔 *** Are you waiting on God for anything in your life? Is there maybe something you’ve prayed for, something you really want to know […]Read more "Manna & Marshmallows"
Last week right about now I was sitting on a bench overlooking the beautiful St. Joseph river, watching the way the water changed color as the sun rose in the sky, noticing the ducks and gulls flying toward Lake Michigan, feeling a wonderful sense of relaxation all around me—inside and out. That’s one of the […]Read more "A Harvest of Peace"
by Daniel Lee This week Friend Dan Lee brought the message while Katherine was on vacation. Thank you, Dan, for the inspiration and thoughtful connections to early Friends! When Katherine asked if I’d be available to give today’s message I immediately said yes. I had no topic in mind, but almost immediately the Prophet Daniel […]Read more "Following Daniel into the Den"
Last week I had just learned about the second of the two shootings on my way to church and as I walked into the meetinghouse, I was feeling heartsick and discouraged. My silent, ongoing prayer last Sunday was that God would minister to us and somehow bring words of truth and comfort, kindness and fellowship. […]Read more "Peace in Our Time"
When I was five or six years old, walking on the ceiling was one of my favorite pastimes. I probably discovered it completely by accident, on a long, boring summer afternoon. I still remember the look on my mom’s face when she walked into the living room and found me upside-down in one of the […]Read more "Quiet Strength"