Raw moments

Raw moments

“For my days pass away like smoke, and my bones burn like a furnace. My heart is stricken and withered like grass; I am too wasted to eat my bread. Because of my loud groaning my bones cling to my skin.” (Psalm 102:3-5, NRSV) Almost 25 years ago, I took a...
Practicing what I preach

Practicing what I preach

I’m not exactly sure where the phrase “practice what you preach” came from (the internet tells me maybe Matthew 23:3 or maybe “The Merchant of Venice” or maybe a translation of a phrase from the philosopher Seneca), but certainly the...