From the Preacherman May 12, 2020

I hope you will forgive me, but I must admit something to you: This is my first pandemic. I have never been through anything like Covid-19 before.  I know. You’re shocked. I say this because my lack of experience in what to do next, with my family, my children and my...

From the Preacherman May 5, 2020

We live in the strangest of days, strangest in my lifetime and most of yours, too. No one knows where this pandemic will lead us, but be sure, we have little say in its course. For the first time in forever, we have to accept some powerlessness, swallow our pride and...

From the Preacherman April 28, 2020

I am, by nature, an optimist. My glass always refills to half full. I look for the potential positive aspects of every downturn, the silver lining in every cloud, the good that comes even from defeat. (I am a Georgia football fan: my optimism is hard won.) I am wired...

From the Preacherman – April 14, 2020

Easter begins without notice. People come to a cemetery expecting to pay their last respects and are confronted by an empty tomb, odd messengers, unexpected experiences and an astounding possibility-life triumphing over death. The early church and Christians of every...

From the Preacherman…

I sit in the sanctuary of our church as I write this. It is quiet and still here, room for God to speak and be heard. I come in here often, just to listen and be still. Sometimes I hear your voices and see your faces and I remember when we were all together, and look...

From the Preacherman …

This week, as quarantine grows more confining and news stories more frightening, I am reminded of an overlooked story from Holy Week. While Jesus is sitting at a table for dinner, a woman breaks open an expensive alabaster jar of ointment and anoints Jesus’ head. Many...