Silence isn’t always golden. Sometimes it’s leaden— laden with the weight of heavy hearts. Sometimes it’s toxic— spiked with the poison punch of bitter hatred. And sometimes silence is dark— haunted by the glare of unseen eyes— like the cave where Elijah tried to hide, only to be found by the silence. But whatever else … More Silence Isn’t Always Golden
(Sermon for the Fifth Sunday after the Epiphany A, based on Matthew 5:13-20) On Friday there was a wonderful story in The Oregonian about a woman named Mary Bayless. The article doesn’t say whether or not Mary is a Christian, but the way she lives her daily life certainly exemplifies what Christian living … More YOU Are Salt and Light!
(Sermon for the Third Sunday after the Epiphany A 2017; Matthew 4:12-23 and Isaiah 9:1-4) In every age, God’s people have lived through dark times, and in every age God has sent messengers to bear the light of God’s Word into their darkness. Today you and I are the ones called to carry the … More Learning to See with Eyes of Love
(Sermon for the Second Sunday after the Epiphany A, January 15, 2017 + Commemoration of Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Based on John 1:29-42 and Isaiah 49:1-7 ) Our sons, Peter and David, just moved into their dorm room yesterday afternoon. Of course, we’ll miss having them at home, but since they’re right here … More Called to Be Light in the Darkness
(A sermon for Christmas Eve, based on Isaiah 9:2-7 and Luke 2:1-20) Long ago, when God’s people were weary of warfare, bruised and broken, and walking in the darkness of an inhospitable land, God spoke to them through the prophet Isaiah and made an incredible promise: God promised to break the yoke and rod of … More The Revolution Was Born in a Barn!
(the companion sonnet to “The Gathering Storm”) Before the sun’s first light I wake and rise. I am the one whose voice does not amuse. In wilderness of glitter and fake news I fight my way through swirling packs of lies. The snarling jackals bare their teeth and grin. Dark, glittering eyes take aim: My … More The Glimmering Light