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It’s your 75th Birthday today.  Like so many of your birthdays during my adult years, this day is commemorated with a simple phone call and the gift of hearing each others voice.   There is something so comforting, familiar, and right when I hear you pick up the phone . . . . every time…

We started a study of Philippians at RiverChurch this past Sunday.  Preparing for this series has hit me harder than most with a greater sense of conviction than I’ve encountered in a while.  I guess the  preacher’s preaching to the preacher on this one.   Paul’s writes his letter to the Philippian followers of Christ,…

I was awake again before my alarm today. In part because of another early morning marathon of thoughts running laps in my head, but also in part because it seems the seasonal allergies have decided to make an early visit. I got up, and found my usual morning spot on the sofa, looking through the…

It’s another restless night that has led to an early morning rising.  My alarm won’t go off for another hour yet, but I’ve tossed and turned, until I simply had to just get up.   My brain space is at capacity. So many thoughts running through my head and I don’t have room for all…

“M” came to the front door this morning. He can’t come inside because he’s acted out too many times. My daughter took a cup of coffee out to him and he sat there at our outdoor bar. I needed to work in my office,  but he was outside talking to himself again. So in an…

Bruce handed Wayne his bag of new things – new clothing items to replace the soiled ones he was wearing.  He also handed him two trash bags – a white one and a black one.  He suggested that Wayne go change, and put the soiled clothes in the black bag, and the extra new clothes…

It was bad – an unfortunately familiar smell.  A homeless man, saturated in cheap liquor and his own pee, sat inside the cafe beside the door to our gathering room.  No one said anything to me about it, but I could tell by their inquisitive glances they were wondering “What are we going to do?” …

I walked up to the door this morning and there was his wire cart filled to the brim with blankets, coats, and who knows what else? I correctly presumed that it belonged to Thomas, but Thomas was no where around. I felt that tinge of frustration that his stuff was just sitting there outside our…

He showed up at our Sunday morning gathering a couple of months ago. He was early, so he sat in the corner and read his Bible as the worship team practiced. During worship and communion I noticed him wiping tears from his eyes and I knew he was feeling something deep down inside – what…