Getting ready to play. We’ll be done in 12 hours or...

It’s 3:30 on Christmas Eve and I’m sitting here at First Slice Pie Cafe, writing a letter to my son from Santa, and waiting until it closes up (at 4) and then will walk over to Urban Village’s worship service at 5. It’s just me and the baristas...

Simmering hope

My son is 8 and still believes in Santa Claus. A quick online search from a few years ago tells me that the average age that kids stop believing is 7 ½, but it varies widely so I certainly don’t sweat that the believes. It’s endearing. It’s...

How can this be?

As I reflect on the tragedy in Newtown yesterday, Mary’s words in Luke 1:26-38 are staying with me. After receiving a shocking angelic visit and news that she would conceive and bear one who would be called Son of the Most High, her first words are, “How...

I came across this painting by Henry Ossawa Tanner (“The Annunciation”) today (I’m preaching on this text on Sunday) and am quite taken with it. It seems to cover all the emotions–awe, wonder, fear,...

Trapped in our bedroom cause there’s a gaggle of 2nd graders out...