Why can’t we call all men our brother, and why must we always fight one another? There’s plenty for everyone all that we need yet many go without because of our greed. Love for ourselves our comfort and security make us look the other way and pretend we don’t see …

The choice that could lead to a new world of wonder and possibility — When sudden change and uncertainty strike, I need to resist the natural urge toward anxiety and fear. I must believe that fear need not dominate. I must believe that even in times of unknowing and instability, there is another way of living, another shaping of life that is possible. In…

Growing a faith that sustains us through the storms. — “Peter answered him, ‘Lord, if it is you, command me to come to you on the water.’ He said, ‘Come.’ So Peter got out of the boat, started walking on the water, and came toward Jesus. But when he noticed the strong wind, he became frightened, and beginning to sink…

Contemporary psalms and prayers series — Lord, it’s dark outside I can’t see what is ahead what changes await how life will be touched. And I wonder how will we live, pay our bills and what if we get sick? We’re so easily given to fear. Anxiety probes the edges of our minds, capturing our hopes, draining our strength. But this I know, that…

In the night they come for you. Creeping in, gathering about your bed and in the shadowy corners of your mind these anxious thoughts of what could go wrong of worst-case scenarios and fears of what the day might bring. Pressing in, stealing sleep and solace. Planting worry growing dread harvesting fear. And I hear God whisper, “I have overcome all the…

A poem — Imagine if we drew a line in the sand and said, no more destroying the earth and those who live on it. No more tolerating leaders who care only for themselves. Or corporations that rape and pillage the earth. …

Over time the lies we tell ourselves become our truth. Not “the” truth. Not the real truth. Just our truth. You know, things like: God doesn’t care for me, nor see what I’m going through. I’m a failure. A waste of space. I’ve messed up my life. There is no hope for change. Too late my life to rearrange…

Our dreams are often soft-spoken. Their voices easily overpowered by the shrieks of doubt and reason and the raucous chitter-chatter of the day. We must listen carefully to hear them. Lean in close and let their whispered voices catch our ear. Let them speak their mind. Share their vision of wonder and mystery. The more we listen the better we hear. And if we heed what we…