Filioque Protest

Friday, March 9th. The 17th day of Lent. It’s been an interesting thing for this lifelong Baptist to be attending an Episcopal Church. I can’t say if we will join. I have a lot of ambivalence about church in general these days. I wonder what percentage of what goes on in churches is anything Jesus…

Back to the Body part 4

Tuesday, March 7th. The 14th day of Lent. You know Plyometrics is going to be bad before you even get started. During the warmup, Tony says they tried to hire some “hotshots” for this video, but they couldn’t handle it. So the people working out with him are from the first P90X class. You probably…

Chef Kokopelli

Sunday, March 4th. The 2nd Sunday of Lent. I posted something as “Pilgrim” at the Laity Lodge website. It will serve as my lenten writing piece for today. “In Tim you will find a strange combination of archetypal trickster and master chef. I call him Kokopelli – you’ll have to ask him why. It’s as…

Writing from the Unconscious

Saturday, March 3rd. The 11th day of Lent. There are two common paths to writing for me. One is to open a hatch in my basement and reach into the soupy liquid of my unconscious mind. I move my hand back and forth until I find something with enough solidity for me to grab. I…

parenting as art

Friday, March 2nd. The 10th day of Lent. you do your best you do what seems right in your gut often maybe even mostly you dont know why you do what you do and somehow in the delightful mix of your sin and your sorrow and your joy the two of you bringing your best…

I still care about stuff

Thursday, March 1st. The 9th day of Lent. A day after I wrote that thing about compassion fatigue, a young minister friend contacted me. He is not long out of seminary and serving for the first time as the pastor of a church. Something about his email sounded urgent. He needed to talk. We got…

The Gospel According To

Wednesday, February 29th. The 8th day of Lent. I heard Ian Cron read from his memoir last year at Laity Lodge. He described a mystical experience he had on a Saturday morning when he was ten years old. He was riding his bicycle along a street lined with trees waving in a blue sky. Suddenly he…