In a world where faith is often construed as a way of thinking, bodily practices remind the willing that faith is a way of life

When I forget the power of the word, I read Frederick Buechner. When I forget the deep relief of telling the truth, I read Frederick Buechner. When I forget to look for the holiness all around me, I read Frederick Buechner. When I forget why the gospel matters, I read Frederick Buechner.

When I say I trust Jesus, that is what I mean: I trust that the way of life leads through perishability, not around it.

Most of us spend so much time thinking about where we have been or where we are supposed to be going that we have a hard time recognizing where we actually are.

To be in the mainline is to have a history and not simply to be an amalgam, a community church of who knows what that came from who knows where.

Most of us will have more than one job in our working lives, which means we will have more than one opportunity to seek meaningful work at different stages of our own deepening humanity.

Divine reality is not way up in the sky somewhere; it is readily available in the encounters of everyday life, which make hash of my illusions that I can control the ways God comes to me.