Disney is always my first choice for movies (yep—even on date night). If you haven’t yet watched “Finding Dory,” I highly recommend it. For those unfamiliar with the plot, a young blue tang with “short-term remembry loss” gets separated from her parents and crosses the ocean to find them. Pippa and I enjoyed a viewing... Continue Reading →
Dear Goodness, We need to talk. I'm breaking up with you. No, not with all goodness in general. Just you: the sort I can manufacture from inside myself applying enough blood, sweat, and tears. The pure kind that once offered to cover me like a robe of royalty? I want that back. Jesus held His... Continue Reading →
He's gone. My grandpa, the one who constantly provided strength and security and blessing, an imperfect but mighty conduit of God's grace. He's been swallowed by the dirt. All that remains is a folded flag and a lifetime of influence. And yet, he's more himself now than ever before; more vibrant and alive, unimpeded by... Continue Reading →
(This post was originally published on the Baptist Churches of New England’s blog on April 1, 2024. You can find it here.) Do not be deceived: God cannot be mocked. A man reaps what he sows. Galatians 6:7 Spring has arrived with its verdant call to shake off sleep and come alive, and many New Englanders... Continue Reading →
The wind picked up around her, blowing into her empty hands, as she followed her husband to the tent of the Lord. Behind her, she could hear the footsteps of the tiny ones she longed for—and the taunting laughter of their mama, her rival. Every year they made this journey, and she knew the routine... Continue Reading →
My phone screen went dark, but the doctor's words still hung in the air, sucking all of the oxygen out of the room. Each descriptor made it harder to breathe. Rare. Progressive. Genetic. Incurable. We had just received the news, and I needed—as though my life depended upon it—a new journal and matching pen to... Continue Reading →
Pseudomonas aeruginosa is a thick layer of bacteria that grows on still water. It sets up camp and colonizes, sucking the vitality from its host environment. Most people are able to encounter this microscopic predator without much trouble, but it can prove deadly for those with cystic fibrosis. I have been a body of still... Continue Reading →
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 →
(This post was originally published on the Baptist Convention of New England’s blog on May 9, 2022. You can find it here.) Make a careful exploration of who you are and the work you have been given, and then sink yourself into that. Don’t be impressed with yourself. Don’t compare yourself with others. Each of you... Continue Reading →
Imagine something with me for a minute. Let's say you're a mortician. Yup, you work with corpses. The only human beings you encounter from 9 to 5 have no pulse. And then let's say that their being dead starts to annoy you. It's little things at first—the pasty skin, the unmistakable odor, the limp limbs... Continue Reading →
The Dwelling Place 