I grew up in the flat part of North Texas, where on a clear day you could see the Dallas skyscrapers from twenty miles away, so when I moved to New York’s Hudson Valley, the foot of the Catskill Mountains on my drive to work took my breath away.
Years ago, during a children’s message, I asked the kids what they thought God looked like.
There is a particular kind of anxiety in waiting for a response.
We know how easy it is to mistake a fragment for the whole story.
When Andrew was born, he came into the world with his eyes wide open.
I was baptized when I was six months old, which means people were giving me glimpses of God long before I had words for what they were showing me.
As a clergy couple with a tween, we tend to cherish the family time we have together.
Earlier this summer, Pastor Kagan and I dreamed up a sermon series about women in the Bible.
This summer our son showed an interest in cooking, and scrambled eggs were first on the list.