When we deny our pain, losses, and feelings year after year, we become less and less human. We transform slowly into empty shells with smiley faces painted on them. Peter Scazzero Dear Tired Heart, Can we talk? You put up a brave front, but the weight you carry is too much for anyone to handle... Continue Reading →
So there you are, walking along and minding your own business, when WHAM! You're face to face with... well, a giant face. Almost a thousand of them, actually. Welcome to Easter Island, our location for John's account of the resurrection. (No, I couldn't help myself. It's called EASTER ISLAND, people.) Let's stretch our legs a... Continue Reading →
(This post was originally published on the Baptist Churches of New England’s blog on March 6, 2023. You can find it here.) The Christian who is not growing intellectually is like a book whose many pages remain unopened and unread. Like the book, he may be of some value, but not nearly as much as if... Continue Reading →
Well, friends, it's time to steel ourselves; we're en route to the grimmest stop along our journey. Just ahead lies Auschwitz—Poland's site of unspeakable horrors that claimed more than a million lives under Nazi rule. But the carnage that hangs heavy in the air of this complex is nothing compared to our premeditated extermination of... Continue Reading →
I'm a burgeoning cold-weather convert. (Which is a good thing, since it's flurrying as I type.) Snow in my southern childhood seemed magical—because it disappeared so quickly. When Riley and I moved to New England ten years ago to join the "frozen chosen," the magic was back. But then the magic wouldn't leave, and it... Continue Reading →
(This post was originally published on the Baptist Churches of New England’s blog on December 14, 2022. You can find it here.) An invisible cup was handed to me on the occasion of my first breath, filled with a story I'd sip one day at a time until kingdom come. The taste of this narrative fluctuates—periodically... Continue Reading →
Feel that shiver creeping along your spine? We've arrived at Bran Castle in Romania—the inspiration behind Stoker's Dracula legend. In the story, an insatiable evil roams the shadows, stalking his prey at liberty, but only until daybreak. The eighteenth chapter of John likewise portrays an enemy out for blood while the moon is high. Friends... Continue Reading →
The Dwelling Place 