Now summer is all around us.
I was sitting on the porch early this morning, sipping a cup of tea, enjoying those very early moments before the sounds of the city have ramped up, before I needed to rush into the day...
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“We could sure use some hope right now.”
I was chatting with a friend last week about the things going on in our lives and in the world, when she said this. We weren’t talking about major loss, or suffering—just the way everyone seems to...
READ MORESeptember 2016
Dear Friends,
Thank you for all your loving care this past month - your kind notes, posts, and emails surrounding Craig’s passing have been such a gift to us. Thank you for your prayers as well; we feel upheld. Lori...
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August 2016
Dear Friends,
That word – friends – feels so comforting to me right now, as I write you the kind of letter you never want to have to write, but wouldn’t not write for the world. I need to share...
READ MOREJuly 2016
Dear Friends,
This may be one of the most important letters I’ve written you.
I want to deepen our understanding about something I wrote you last month—how Hatred has become the new “spirit of the age.” I wrote that...
READ MORE“I’m having a crisis of imagination,” my wife said to me just the other day. “About heaven.”
It’s been a tough year for our family and those near us. A tragic suicide, followed by the loss of our first grandson. Eight months of chronic...
READ MOREDear Friends,
“Jesus told his disciples a parable to show them that they should always pray and not give up” (Luke 18:1). I find that line immensely encouraging; I’m grateful Scripture precedes the story of the “persistent widow” with that...
READ MOREDear Friends,
You take the time to read these letters (thank you) and I take the time to write them because we share common loves and passions.
The wild and unpredictable stories of our lives intersect because we love Jesus deeply,...
READ MOREEditor's Note: Last month we ran the first of some profiles we want to share with you of folks out there doing amazing work, some of whom seem to have some wild connection to us. This month’s story began with an email we received last year...
READ MOREI feel I need to begin this article with some sort of confession, like in a recovery meeting.
“Hi. My name’s John.” [The small group responds, “Hi John.”] “And I’m a user.” [Group leader says, “This is a safe place, John. Tell us your...
READ MOREIt had been one of Those Days.
You know the kind—when everything seems to go sideways from the moment you get out of bed.
There is no milk so there is no cereal and you are late so there is no breakfast. You are halfway to work when...
READ MOREA secret fishing hole. A hidden point break. The best carnitas tacos in town. There’s nothing like a good tip from somebody you have at least marginal confidence in. So, in a spirit of generosity towards what might be viewed as “competitors,” we...
READ MOREI want to ride to the ridge where the West commences
I can’t look at hobbles and I can’t stand fences
Don’t fence me in.
-Cole Porter
The places we love call to us because they are, in fact, “the landscape of...
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